09 Jun 2008 › 11:01am
So Bloke and I have been talking on the “phone” (in reality, we Skype via laptop as it’s free whether he’s in Europe, Japan or Cleveland). And to be honest we’re talking a lot more now that we are broken up than we were when we were together. Just goes to show that no matter how old you get, the rules of dating will always be completely ridiculous. Do not count on age to bring dignity into the situation cause it ‘aint gone happen child. Anyway—now that he’s not my boyfriend, it’s like the dark veil of jealousy has lifted and I’m me again. He, on the other hand is back to being totally hilarious and cracking me up with stories about his band mates, their various conquests (something that I would not have been even mildly amused by mere weeks ago), and subsequent emergency penicillin shots. So anyway—we talked for three hours last night which is why I’m having a hard time keeping my head off the keyboard this morning.
Conclusion—when it comes to love, I am still my junior high self.
