MY EX-it strategy *
My ex-boyfriend called me this past week after a month after his last call. I was enjoying the communication break after deciding it was best to sever all ties with him. Of course, I didn't tell him about this.
This past Wednesday, Lunar New Year, I was enjoying American Idol and my phone rang. It was a double ring, so I knew it was an off-campus call. But who could be calling me? (My friends know NOT to call me during American Idol. Just kidding. Since I got TiVo I lifted the ban on calls during primetime.) I located my cordless phone and I didn't recongize the number listed on my caller-id. After few moments the number made sense. Knowing who it was, I decided that answering machine was better suited to handle the call. No message was left, so I thought I was in the clear. The familiar melody of my cellphone began to play with the same caller-id information. Once again, I declined to answer the phone. After the initial melody subsided, the next melody alerted me that there was a new voicemail. I contemplated whether or not I should listen to the message, but curiousity got the better of me.
The message was very benign. He was wishing me a happy new year, wondering how I am, wondering how's the new job going, etc... It was a nice gesture, but I won't be returning the call. I spent a lot of time analyzing the whole relationship up to its end. I determined that there were too many bad things that overrides all of the good he has done. The breakup was not bad -- I think it was probably the most adult breakup I've had. The information I received from him during and post breakup is what soured me on this relationship. Hindsight is 20/20, but I wasn't blind throughtout the relationship...just a bit impaired which didn't allow me to see things about him that were clearly visible. Knowing all that I know now I couldn't possible carry on friendship with him. However, I am willing to give an awkward greeting if I bump into him at the grocery store, mall, or on the street.
The only thing I would wish I could change is how the relationship ended. I so wished it could have been soap opera-ish. But nothing like me finding out he was dumping me for my non-gay brother. That would be awesome -- if it happened to someone else. I do wish that I played it up a bit. I have the useless skill of crying on command, but I wouldn't want to waste the fake tears. Throwing a drink in his face or storming out after statement that cut him down to size would have been nice but I guess I don't have that Alexis Carrington side to me. Maybe next time....
[* post edited to reflect the gender of the nouns. I ran out of creative ways to disguise the gender of the person in question, thereby giving a bit more insight on who I am.]
This past Wednesday, Lunar New Year, I was enjoying American Idol and my phone rang. It was a double ring, so I knew it was an off-campus call. But who could be calling me? (My friends know NOT to call me during American Idol. Just kidding. Since I got TiVo I lifted the ban on calls during primetime.) I located my cordless phone and I didn't recongize the number listed on my caller-id. After few moments the number made sense. Knowing who it was, I decided that answering machine was better suited to handle the call. No message was left, so I thought I was in the clear. The familiar melody of my cellphone began to play with the same caller-id information. Once again, I declined to answer the phone. After the initial melody subsided, the next melody alerted me that there was a new voicemail. I contemplated whether or not I should listen to the message, but curiousity got the better of me.
The message was very benign. He was wishing me a happy new year, wondering how I am, wondering how's the new job going, etc... It was a nice gesture, but I won't be returning the call. I spent a lot of time analyzing the whole relationship up to its end. I determined that there were too many bad things that overrides all of the good he has done. The breakup was not bad -- I think it was probably the most adult breakup I've had. The information I received from him during and post breakup is what soured me on this relationship. Hindsight is 20/20, but I wasn't blind throughtout the relationship...just a bit impaired which didn't allow me to see things about him that were clearly visible. Knowing all that I know now I couldn't possible carry on friendship with him. However, I am willing to give an awkward greeting if I bump into him at the grocery store, mall, or on the street.
The only thing I would wish I could change is how the relationship ended. I so wished it could have been soap opera-ish. But nothing like me finding out he was dumping me for my non-gay brother. That would be awesome -- if it happened to someone else. I do wish that I played it up a bit. I have the useless skill of crying on command, but I wouldn't want to waste the fake tears. Throwing a drink in his face or storming out after statement that cut him down to size would have been nice but I guess I don't have that Alexis Carrington side to me. Maybe next time....
[* post edited to reflect the gender of the nouns. I ran out of creative ways to disguise the gender of the person in question, thereby giving a bit more insight on who I am.]
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