I know I spend a fair amount of time on this blog bitching about relationship drama and men behaving badly and me and my girlfriends being Sarah Palin-crazy over it, so I thought today I would change it up by writing about something refreshingly devoid of drama and strife.
Ang Freakin’ Brockman, whom you all know and love, and I have recently had similar experiences in which we’ve reunited with an ex-boyfriend (hers from last year, mine from a time when dinosaurs roamed the earth, i.e. freshman year of college) after not being in touch with them for a long time.
The most remarkable thing about these reunions was how totally unremarkable they were. And I don’t mean that in a bad way. It’s been great seeing my ex, catching up with him, hearing about all the cool stuff he’s done in the past few years, but the best part is I can hang out with him and not want to curl up in the fetal position crying or punch babies in the face. Finally, I’ve transcended the emotional barriers of a former love into that peaceful valley known as friendship. As Martha Stewart would say, “It’s a good thing.”
Or, as I more eloquently put it to Ang while we were talking about all this on GChat: “Look how mature Ang and I are! We can be friends with our exes! Go us!”
Ah, it’s the little things in life that get you through the day…
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