…with someone else.
I dated a guy briefly over the summer…we got along splendidly and have a huge amount in common, but a month into it he freaked out and decided he wasn’t over his ex (10 months after they broke up; she is now living with someone else), and that he needed more time to sort out his feelings because he wasn’t ready to date anyone. A few months pass, during which we’ve been friends and hung out a fair amount, and provided much-needed support for each other through some fairly heavy stuff. A couple of weeks ago he decides he’s apparently ready to start dating again…and promptly hooks up with another friend of his.
Then, I had the weirdest ex-boyfriend weekend ever…on Saturday, I had lunch with an ex who’s in town for a conference, but mostly to interview for a job, which I couldn’t understand. He’s 3 years into both tenure review and the employment-based green card process, in an obscure field in which there are about 2 tenure-track openings every year in the U.S. Obviously, both the tenure and the green card are dependent on him staying put.
So I ask him, where are you interviewing, and why are you trying to make a job change at this rather crucial point? He tells me where (3000 miles away from where he is now), and well, because his WIFE lives there! I honestly think that if I hadn’t asked about the interview, he never would have mentioned the wife! (I wonder if he mentioned to her that he was going to meet with his ex-girlfriend?) They’ve apparently been married for at least a year. I’ve been in touch with him on at least a dozen occasions over the past couple of years, always asking how things are going for him, and he never mentioned anything! Maybe since she’s so far away, it slipped his mind.
And so I come home Sunday night from a friend’s house, to find that a guy I dated rather intensely for a few months, until we broke up just over a year ago, is now about to get married.
Now each of these events, in itself, would be slightly weird, but all three within such a short period of time? I’m seriously beginning to think there’s something about me that sends men running into the arms of other women. Or maybe there’s something about having dated me that makes men think about what they want. Yeah, that’s it, I’m just helping a few lost souls clarify their priorities…one friend suggested that if I’m going to be single, I might as well get rich by advertising: “Lonely? Find the girl of your dreams! Date **Eva Luna, ** and then break up with her!”
I’m trying to get back in the saddle, but AAAAAAARGH!