The best way to describe my dating life is a Long Running
Rom Com Series. I came that conclusion after being in a club convinced by a
close male friend that a guy’s eyes were glistening for me. I get on the dance
floor with said friend and put my Best Moves down. Sat down, dude approached me
and said “Why isn't you friend looking back at me”. And this “Will & Grace”
moment was when I started to notice my dating life for what it was. I can’t
stand Daft Punk’s “One More Time” after that event. My Best moves! My best
Moves! My Best Moves! Wasted!
Added to the plot line, I am actually friends with some (not
all. That’s not normal) of my ex’s. One ex is considered one of my best friends
now. If we break up and I (and only I) say we can be friends, I mean it.
I got the wedding invitation of an ex (we grew up in the same church
that’s how met. Dated well over a decade ago) turned friend the day before we
rushed Momma to ER. Mentally, I picked out my outfit and was going to call Pal (Yeah
he’s finer than the friend. Can’t drag BFF’s or my sister to all the weddings.
Now that I think about it this particular ex escorted me to another ex’s
wedding over a decade ago too. Wow, Patterns) to go, That Day. Then Life
happened and I forgot. Heck, I forgot to gossip to my friends that he was
getting married until after the fact.
I knew he was in a serious relationship. My sister first saw
her at a funeral. This time last year he ask for my opinion about some earrings
for her. I finally saw her at his Dad's funeral this summer. I hated, I miss
the nuptials. I'll save the outfit for
the next wedding or funeral I must attend at Foundation church.
I was telling my friend, Pink Red about it. (The conversation was
the inspiration of this Blog) She was shocked (overstatement) I was invited. I
was not. My love life gets invited to uncomfortable situations all the time. I
usually pass with A’s or High B’s. Voluntarily bringing others along for the ride is what
gets me B’s. Being single for so long, I think it has given me time to think. If
we are friends now, then We. Are. Friends. Now. No need to not be in their corner for
whoever they date or decide to marry, because I’m not dating them. And they better be
in my corner when I get married. I’ll need them as ushers and somebody will
have to walk my down the aisle. I’m fatherless (Yes, I am laughing through
those last statements).
So here is are some questions. Are you real friends with any
ex’s? Would they invite you to their wedding? Would you invite them to your
wedding? Leave a comment below.
As Always, Talking to You in Adult Terms.
