My ex-boyfriend is one of my closest friends.
Not too many people can say that statement. D and I dated for five years and broke up five years ago. Next week would have been our 10 year anniversary, had we stayed together. It was pretty much the best break-up ever. I looked at him, said, "We're never getting married, are we?" He said, "No." I said, "Are you happy?" He said, "No, are you?" I said, "No." There was some crying on my part but mainly because I was scared of losing him as a friend. He's a wonderful person and we were great friends, but that's all we were. However, when you spend that large of a chunk of your life with someone, it's hard to think they may not be there anymore. That was five years ago and we're still very close. In fact, we email 3-4 days a week, sometimes multiple times a day. We email inside jokes between the two of us, links we think the other person would enjoy (usually something Legends of the Hidden Temple or GUTS related), and talk to eachother about people in our lives that we're dating, or want to date. His current goal is to get into the yoga pants of a girl on his kickball team we affectionately call Yoga Pants. I don't know her real name. I know he's told me, but I can't remember it, and prefer to call her Yoga Pants.
I've always prided myself on the fact that I'm friendly with my exes. No, I don't talk to any of them as much as I talk to D, but that would be too many people to correspond over email with. I don't hate any of them and would greet anyone I dated in the past with a hug. I mean, there are one or two that I wouldn't mind if they contracted a venereal disease at some point in their lives, but I would hope it would be a curable one. I do feel, however, that once your ex is married, correspondence should cease between the two of you, out of respect for their spouse. No more birthday facebook postings, no more congratulations texts, and definitely no sexting. Not that I ever engage in that activity with an ex. But I might someday, if I'm bored.
People often ask me if I think we'll ever get back together and my response is always no. Yes, we still get along really well and he's one of the first people I tell about huge life events, but he's just a really good friend. And I doubt he'd want to date me again anyway. I was a terrible girlfriend at times and an awesome one at others. I mean, we dated when I was 18-23...what 18-23 year old can't say they were equally awesome and horrible to their partners? But that ship has sailed and that Yankee Candle has been blown out. (There's a really hilarious story about my ex and Yankee Candles. Ask me about it sometime.) But it's nice to know that if I need a male perspective on the latest guy in my life, I can always go to him. Usually he says the equivalent of 'what the eff' are you doing', but he really can't argue too much about the people I am attracted to because Yoga Pants has an aversion to sand. To sand. I don't even understand how that's a thing or why that came up the night they met, but whatever. I said as long as they never go on a date where sand volleyball is involved, he should be golden.
I feel like this entry just kind of abruptly ended, but it's all I've got for today. Till next time, whenever that may be...
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