The reason I capitalize THE in “THE” ex is because he is just that; the one ex who always stuck around. The one who was only a call away no matter what time you needed him, the one who wants to meet up with you for no reason at all just to see your pretty face, the one who would change his plans just to accommodate yours, the one you just can’t seem to keep away from.
Some BG for you: THE ex and I dated for five years when we were 17 years old. Like many teen relationships, we had our share of make ups and break ups and 'I hate you/ I love you' moments. But ever since the official break up – we’ve never really stayed out of touch. I promise, I haven’t touched him since 2009, and yet somehow he is still in love with me. I know this because he recently professed his undying love. Le sigh.
On paper, THE ex is perfect. He's has a very nice, supportive family, a good stable job, he’s cute, attractive, smart, funny, drives a nice car (I'm not a gold digger but come on, this help!), loyal friends, he's a Pisces (fact: Pisces and Scorpio are a match made by the stars, they go together like white on rice) he has a great head on his shoulders, and a positive attitude on life. Let’s just say my friends like him more than they like me.
Overall, he is the perfect catch. Easy ladies, don't get too excited.
So what’s my problem? I know what you're going to say: people are exes for a reason… but is it possible we just dated when we were too young? He wanted to settle down at the age of 19. Meanwhile, I wanted to go to Vegas and star on Girls Gone Wild. We were just on two different pages. Obviously now, my thoughts have changed. (Shit, I would hope so!) I want a husband. I want a family. Meanwhile, I hate dating. So, what do I have to lose, should just I give us another chance? We've both dated other people, but yet, somehow we seem to find our way back to each other. Shouldn’t that be enough? All of these questions run through my brain, literally every second. It’s quite frustrating. But, again, we did break up for a reason. I seriously do not know what to do. Another sigh.
The date: It went flawlessly. We both love to fish and there's this great little spot up north we used to go to many times. He came to pick me up, with my usual Timmy's order waiting for me in the cup holder, and away we went... except it rained the entire time, like torrential rains. (Ironically) He had the keys to his best friend's cottage which is just up the road from the infamous fishing spot. We decided to nestle in there. THE ex packed the cutest little snacks for our day trip; Friulano cheese, crackers, Italian green olives, spicy salami and two bottles of red wine. Talk about the key to a woman’s heart?? For hours, we sat on the couch, talked, drank and listened to the rain. We chatted about our lives, our future, our goals, everything. All the while, as the wine was flowing, I had to actively stop myself from leaning over and planting the biggest kiss on his, third sigh, great lips. I just don’t want to go there yet, not until I’m a million per cent sure. Because if we date, we are getting married. No questions.
That was the date. This is my dilemma. What’s my problem? Why can’t I commit? It’s not like I’ve foundanyone better in all of the years we’ve broken up. What am I afraid of? On this journey, there are still another 50 dates to go. Is it possible to meet the man of my 'dreams'? Or is my love already waiting for me with my medium two milk, one sweetner Tim's order in hand?
Please stick around for the ride! I'd love to hear what you all think about my love dilemma, or, my blantanly obvious non love dilemma.
Either way, stay tuned to find out more about who the eff I'm going to end up with.
La Blonde xx