Confession # 61
I was humbled last night.
My friends came over for an evening of cheesy chick flicks; great wine and to catch up on the happenings in our lives.
One of my friends was at Ruby Skye last week so we decided to go onto the web to see if she was caught on film by either flirtyflirty or SFSocial. We didn’t find any pictures of her or anyone else we knew but on another site we did come across a picture of my Ex and his new girlfriend.
I could not believe it. There was this picture of the two of them cozy together and smiling for the camera. The silence of the moment was only broken by a collective…eeeeeewwww!!!!…
Okay I knew they were together and accepted everything that goes with that, but I just assumed she would be younger, thinner and prettier than I am. She is not.
As the swirl of derogatory comments about the new girlfriend filled the room, I just sat on the couch with my PowerBook in my lap, silent.
“What is she wearing?”
“Is that cellulite?”
“Does she have food in her mouth?”
“Blahh Blahh Blaah”
“Yadda Yadda Yadda”
“Something Something Something”
I barely made it to the bathroom in time.
He left me for her?!?!?! Even with mascara stained tears running down my face, a runny nose and vomit in my hair I am prettier than she could ever hope to be.
Okay, so maybe I am high maintenance, and a little difficult. Maybe my expectations of my dates are high, but I have earned the right to be picky. I am 38 years old, financially independent, extremely intelligent, clever & witty, cute, some even say beautiful so compromising myself and settling are not options at this stage in my life and never should have been.
He is such a loser; she is probably the best he can do. So why am I letting this picture get to me?
Is it because as I sit here in my kitchen this morning staring at the two of them, I am alone?
No that is not it, at least I would never admit that out loud.
My friends came over for an evening of cheesy chick flicks; great wine and to catch up on the happenings in our lives.
One of my friends was at Ruby Skye last week so we decided to go onto the web to see if she was caught on film by either flirtyflirty or SFSocial. We didn’t find any pictures of her or anyone else we knew but on another site we did come across a picture of my Ex and his new girlfriend.
I could not believe it. There was this picture of the two of them cozy together and smiling for the camera. The silence of the moment was only broken by a collective…eeeeeewwww!!!!…
Okay I knew they were together and accepted everything that goes with that, but I just assumed she would be younger, thinner and prettier than I am. She is not.
As the swirl of derogatory comments about the new girlfriend filled the room, I just sat on the couch with my PowerBook in my lap, silent.
“What is she wearing?”
“Is that cellulite?”
“Does she have food in her mouth?”
“Blahh Blahh Blaah”
“Yadda Yadda Yadda”
“Something Something Something”
I barely made it to the bathroom in time.
He left me for her?!?!?! Even with mascara stained tears running down my face, a runny nose and vomit in my hair I am prettier than she could ever hope to be.
Okay, so maybe I am high maintenance, and a little difficult. Maybe my expectations of my dates are high, but I have earned the right to be picky. I am 38 years old, financially independent, extremely intelligent, clever & witty, cute, some even say beautiful so compromising myself and settling are not options at this stage in my life and never should have been.
He is such a loser; she is probably the best he can do. So why am I letting this picture get to me?
Is it because as I sit here in my kitchen this morning staring at the two of them, I am alone?
No that is not it, at least I would never admit that out loud.
posted by BrazenlyBad at 10:17 AM
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