Haunting Past

I am back. Am I being haunted by my past? If I did not mention previously, and I am too damned lazy to go back and look what I have written in past posts, the Wife has a divorced friend of hers from high school. She has the hots for another dude who is in a similar boat, though he may not be divorced, yet. The Wife mentions the dude's name and wouldn't you know it, I know him.

He is a guy I knew from my first year at university. I liked him. He was bright. He ended up a physiotherapist. He even played some basketball in my weekly game for a bit back in 1991/2. Then, he dropped off of my planet. Turns out he is alive and well, jaded a bit perhaps, and living up in Richmond Hill or Aurora. Whooda thunk it?

Then the Wife mentions another couple, well the male half, who have also split. That one perked my interest. I had dated the female half, briefly, back in 1984. I only started up with her because she was there and I was horny. It was exam time and I needed to kill some tension. However, she misunderstood, or I was not clear in my desires or intentions. It would not be the first time or last time that I did something like that. I like to think that I have learned from it, but being married and not on the prowl, I cannot really test that one out (without serious repercussions).

Anyway, we started dating during exams. That was a time of extreme self focus for me. The world did not exist beyond me when I was in study mode. Then again, I am not sure how that is or was any different in terms of my mind set. It is always about me. Hell, what is this blog, if not about me.

The longer we went out (started in late April) and as exams ended, I realized that she did not do it for me. I had no trouble putting the grab on her, I just saw her as practice, not much more. It was pretty low of me. Of course, I would go much lower. I would actually break up with her on her 20th birthday.

How is that for a find birthday wish. Sweetie, Happy Birthday! Oh, and by the way, I don't think that we should see each other anymore. Happy Fucking Birthday to you!. I felt bad, not so much the next morning, but later that night and into the second day after. Then that feeling passed and it was all good after that for me. That was one great summer for me and to think it all started by ditching a chick on her birthday. I am sorry about the timing, not about the act.

I thought that she was going to kill me at some point, but I am still here. I would run into every so often about five years after that incident. I had heard that she was dating the dude that would become her husband, and ex-husband. I was happy for the both of them and figured that way I was no longer a target. Then again, I am always a target, so I keep my head up.

I am not sure what the point of all this is, but I think that the links to my past are very interesting in a Karmic or cosmic way. Ciao!