Mr. Sundar and my palm

The story of how this came to pass is long, but the point of it is that in the midst of squeezing and then straightening my palm, he said that I was still "hung up on that old boyfriend. The man who got away." It was at this point that I realized, he can't be talking about me. I mean, he's just making this as generic as possible and trying to flirtish with me. You want to know HOW I knew?

It was at this point that I had my revelation. My first reaction was to say "Oh. Yeah. That guy..." but then I realized, WHAT guy? I have never let a man "get away." If they left, granted it was painful, but there is a point in every dumpee's recovery process where the realization of their self-worth causes them to finally see that they don't want someone back who doesn't see them as good enough to hold on to. Not just to hold on to, to adore. And I never leave someone without serious thought and heartfelt contemplation, and numerous sobbing phone calls and conversations with best friends. There hasn't been one relationship in which I let a guy "get away," not in the long, long, long... long line of them. If there's anything I do pride myself on in my relationships, its my ability to give it the good St. Edward's try.

So, there Mr. Indian Man! I may miss certain things about certain guys, and I may sometimes wonder if they will one day appear again, magically changed to fit my personal relationship needs. But I do not sit around pining about the man who got away, because if he was worth leaving, then he was worth leaving, and if he left me then I'm better off alone.

This is probably also brought on a little bit by the midnight premiere that I just saw with the lovely Brandon (no fear Maryann, we shall see it together if you want to!!), and the theme that (I think) runs through that show all the way from first episode to movie... whenever relationships fail, and you are pining for the good parts of the man you left behind, your friends are the constant. Its easier to spend time on guys, but I think its more important to work on friends.

Anywho. I'm going to finish my Ultimate Cheeseburger (yes, it deserved caps) and go to bed. I just felt like sharing with you ladies... my girls.