Living in a big city like D.C., one would think that the chances of running into an ex-fling unplanned are pretty slim to none.
Not in my life.
The past always find of creeping-or shoving-it's way back in.
Last Wednesday, I went out for drinks with an ex-boyfriend. I’ll call him Cougar Magnet. For some reason, women over the age of forty throw themselves at him. It’s pretty funny because though he relishes in the attention, he tends to date women his own age.
Quick back story on my relationship with Cougar Magnet: We were together for two years during college. Break-up was kinda ugly. Didn’t really talk to him much until recently when I ran into him in the foyer of my office building. Can we say random? Ever since then, we catch up every few months over drinks.
So, anyway, Cougar Magnet and I went to this overly crowded bar to watch the NHL playoffs. After finishing our beers, he went to the bar to buy us a second round and left me alone to guard our seats.
Not five minutes after he leaves, I look over and see another former fling, who shall be referred to as Ron Jeremy. Side note: He looks nothing like the real RJ, but he’s as sleazy as a porn star, so it works.
Anyway, when I saw him, I noticed him standing with an equally trashy-looking blonde. Not to do the whole, girl-hating thing, but she definitely looked like a cross between a playmate and a Rock of Love contestant. They started walking toward where I was sitting, so I (unsuccessfully) tried to hide my face by pretending to rummage for something in my purse.
Not in my life.
The past always find of creeping-or shoving-it's way back in.
Last Wednesday, I went out for drinks with an ex-boyfriend. I’ll call him Cougar Magnet. For some reason, women over the age of forty throw themselves at him. It’s pretty funny because though he relishes in the attention, he tends to date women his own age.
Quick back story on my relationship with Cougar Magnet: We were together for two years during college. Break-up was kinda ugly. Didn’t really talk to him much until recently when I ran into him in the foyer of my office building. Can we say random? Ever since then, we catch up every few months over drinks.
So, anyway, Cougar Magnet and I went to this overly crowded bar to watch the NHL playoffs. After finishing our beers, he went to the bar to buy us a second round and left me alone to guard our seats.
Not five minutes after he leaves, I look over and see another former fling, who shall be referred to as Ron Jeremy. Side note: He looks nothing like the real RJ, but he’s as sleazy as a porn star, so it works.
Anyway, when I saw him, I noticed him standing with an equally trashy-looking blonde. Not to do the whole, girl-hating thing, but she definitely looked like a cross between a playmate and a Rock of Love contestant. They started walking toward where I was sitting, so I (unsuccessfully) tried to hide my face by pretending to rummage for something in my purse.
Three reasons:
1) I popped a blood vessel in my eye last weekend and look like a freak.
2) I didn’t want to have to deal with the uncomfortable, yet obligatory introductions of his new gf.
3) As part of my “makeover,” I’ve decided to rid myself of any and all negative influences in my life – Ron Jeremy being one of them.
Here’s the 411 on Ron Jeremy: We had a purely physical relationship that lasted about two months last summer. One night, I agreed to meet him out at this bar that's always super crowded and always charges a cover fee. As I soon as I arrived, I texted him to let him know I was there, but he didn't respond.
So, I decided to do a quick walk-thru, on the off-chance I’d find him before he texted me back. Surprisingly, I spotted him right away and started walking towards him. As I got closer, I noticed he was talking to a girl and slowly began to realize what was going on.
The girl seductively brought her beer bottle to her lips as he leaned in and said, “I think you should give me your number.”
He was totally hitting on her- after he had texted me to come meet him!! How slimeball can you get?!
Frantically, I turned around and hightailed it to the front of the bar. I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t about to leave after paying a $7 cover, but I didn’t want to stay, either. I started going through my phone and calling people on the off-chance they’d be at this bar or somewhere nearby so they could come save me.
No luck.
I called Just Jack to tell him what happened and ask him what I should do. He offerred to take a cab and come meet me, but I didn’t want him to have to do all that. I decided to just stay, grab a drink at the bar and hope that a cute boy talked to me.
In the middle of me explaining my plan of action to Just Jack, I saw the girl Ron Jeremy was hitting on leave the bar with her friends.
“20 bucks I get a text in the next 5 minutes,” I told Just Jack before hanging up the phone.
You can start calling me Miss Cleo because not two mintues later, before I could even get my first drink from the bar, I got a text from Ron.
Frantically, I turned around and hightailed it to the front of the bar. I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t about to leave after paying a $7 cover, but I didn’t want to stay, either. I started going through my phone and calling people on the off-chance they’d be at this bar or somewhere nearby so they could come save me.
No luck.
I called Just Jack to tell him what happened and ask him what I should do. He offerred to take a cab and come meet me, but I didn’t want him to have to do all that. I decided to just stay, grab a drink at the bar and hope that a cute boy talked to me.
In the middle of me explaining my plan of action to Just Jack, I saw the girl Ron Jeremy was hitting on leave the bar with her friends.
“20 bucks I get a text in the next 5 minutes,” I told Just Jack before hanging up the phone.
You can start calling me Miss Cleo because not two mintues later, before I could even get my first drink from the bar, I got a text from Ron.
“Hey, I’m by the bathroom. Where are you?”
A number of thoughts are ran through my head at this moment. Do I ignore him? Call him out? Slap him/pour my drink on him?
Regrettably, I chose none of the above. I texted him back and told him I’d meet him by the bathroom. It had been a couple of weeks since I saw him, so I gave him a half-ass hug, really wishing I had the balls (no pun intented) to kick him in the groin. We made awkward small-talk for a few minutes before migrating upstairs.
Ron made the weakest attempt at an apology I've ever heard of for not calling me the past two weeks.
Ron Jeremy: I’m sorry that I haven’t called you lately; I’ve been really busy with work and stuff.
Miss Procras. inner dialogue: Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
Miss Procras.: I’ve been busy, too. You don’t have to apologize, it’s not like we’re dating or anything.
Ron Jeremy: No, but seriously, I’ve been traveling a lot.
Miss Procras.: If you really wanted to talk to me, you would have found the time to call.
Ron Jeremy: That’s true. It’s just really bad timing for me. I just got out of a long distance relationship and I’m not ready to jump back into anything.
Miss Procras. inner dialogue: More bullshit. Are you still trying to justify this to me? Get over yourself, dude. I’m not trying to date you.
Miss Procras.: Let’s face it, Ron, our relationship pretty much consists of sex and alcohol.
Ron Jeremy: Yeah, well, that’s not all I’m about. I mean, honestly, I don’t get many girls. I’m
usually the one my friends laugh at.
Miss Procras. inner dialogue: Is this dude for real? Does he really think I’m going to fall for this crap? If you have to justify yourself, you clearly have issues.
Miss Procras: (after downing my beer) Uh-huh, right.
I decided to just get drunk and enjoy the band…at least they were worth listening to.
Later on, Ron started talking about his parents.
Ron Jeremy: My parents are awesome, you’ll see when you meet them.
Miss Procras. inner dialogue: Is this seriously the same guy that used every excuse imaginable to tell me he didn’t like me enough to date me?
Miss Procras.: Um…I don’t think I’m going to meet your parents.
Ron Jeremy: Why not?
Miss Proras.: What are you going to do, introduce me to them as the girl you occasionally fuck?
...And guys say that girls are the confusing ones who can’t decide what they want.
Regrettably, I chose none of the above. I texted him back and told him I’d meet him by the bathroom. It had been a couple of weeks since I saw him, so I gave him a half-ass hug, really wishing I had the balls (no pun intented) to kick him in the groin. We made awkward small-talk for a few minutes before migrating upstairs.
Ron made the weakest attempt at an apology I've ever heard of for not calling me the past two weeks.
Ron Jeremy: I’m sorry that I haven’t called you lately; I’ve been really busy with work and stuff.
Miss Procras. inner dialogue: Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
Miss Procras.: I’ve been busy, too. You don’t have to apologize, it’s not like we’re dating or anything.
Ron Jeremy: No, but seriously, I’ve been traveling a lot.
Miss Procras.: If you really wanted to talk to me, you would have found the time to call.
Ron Jeremy: That’s true. It’s just really bad timing for me. I just got out of a long distance relationship and I’m not ready to jump back into anything.
Miss Procras. inner dialogue: More bullshit. Are you still trying to justify this to me? Get over yourself, dude. I’m not trying to date you.
Miss Procras.: Let’s face it, Ron, our relationship pretty much consists of sex and alcohol.
Ron Jeremy: Yeah, well, that’s not all I’m about. I mean, honestly, I don’t get many girls. I’m
usually the one my friends laugh at.
Miss Procras. inner dialogue: Is this dude for real? Does he really think I’m going to fall for this crap? If you have to justify yourself, you clearly have issues.
Miss Procras: (after downing my beer) Uh-huh, right.
I decided to just get drunk and enjoy the band…at least they were worth listening to.
Later on, Ron started talking about his parents.
Ron Jeremy: My parents are awesome, you’ll see when you meet them.
Miss Procras. inner dialogue: Is this seriously the same guy that used every excuse imaginable to tell me he didn’t like me enough to date me?
Miss Procras.: Um…I don’t think I’m going to meet your parents.
Ron Jeremy: Why not?
Miss Proras.: What are you going to do, introduce me to them as the girl you occasionally fuck?
...And guys say that girls are the confusing ones who can’t decide what they want.
I must say though, my life feels much better without having people like Ron in it. I knew the second time I hung out with him that I could never date him. (He boasted about being a trained fighter and told me I was on “his side of the bed.”)
Why I continued to hang out with him is beyond me. Maybe I liked what little attention I got from him. But he brought nothing positive to my life and it’s good to have him out of it.
I just wish I wouldn’t have to sporadically run into him and be reminded of that part of my life.
1 comments on "Blasts from the Pasts"
I'm going to go with 9:27 AM :)
Love you and cannot wait to see you in LESS THAN A MONTH!!!!!
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