Just My Luck
So this weekend was pretty sucky, in that I’m feeling sorry for myself kind of way.
I decided to try to do a bunch of fix-it things around my apartment, then got frustrated when I realized I needed an additional set of hands in order to complete the tasks.
I then logged onto IM and received a message from a guy I dated many moons ago, and haven’t spoken to in years, asking what was new. I told him not much and asked what was new with him. Turns out he got married two months ago. Not really what I wanted to hear.
This of course made me think about The Ex’s recent wedding and caused me to doubt my decision to not marry him after college. Then I reminded myself of the dinner we had a few years ago, and his lovely display of craziness two years ago. I keep reminding myself I made the right decision.
Today was the annual bowling party for all the Big Brothers/Sisters and Little Brothers/Sisters. In the lane adjacent to ours, I noticed a cute Big Brother wearing a Guster t-shirt. (I happened to be wearing my Guster hoodie.) Anyway, the band’s not very popular on the west coast, so I decided to comment on his t-shirt. We chatted a bit while waiting for our turns to bowl and he mentioned Guster’s playing some special show in a few weeks but you can’t purchase tickets, they’re only available through Hillel (or something weird like that) and we exchanged email addresses in case either of us figures out a way to score tickets.
So, after more talking, we discovered he’s from the same city (Bloomfield Hills) I’m from in Detroit! And he used to live down the street from me in Hollywood! And he’s a lawyer! And (obviously) a Big Brother! The more we talk, the more I think, how cool! Finally, as things begin winding down at the party, I ask why he moved to the westside from Hollywood. His answer? “I moved in with my girlfriend.”
Fuck me.