Part 1 - Cool, Calm and Collected
I was able to relate to the way Taylor Swift handled herself when Kayne West stole her thunder. When someone is that much of an asshole, you are in such shock that your logic and defense mechanisms can completely freeze. It's not everyday that you come across one who has such an ego complex and delusions of grandeur. I had pretty much the same reaction as Taylor did to Kayne when I encountered a major asshole.
I woke up one Sunday morning with probably one of the worst hangovers that I have ever had. You know when you're really hungover and your body feels heavy and pushed down? Well, this particular morning I woke up in China. I was in such poor condition that I was unable to leave my sunny spot on the living room floor in front of the door to join my roommates and friend for Thai. Instead, I called my ex-boyfriend of two days to ask if he would please bring me my favorite burrito from a local stand. Soon he arrived and I started to eat while we exchanged stories of our evenings from the night before. He had gone to a work party which I was unable to attend because I was out celebrating a friend's birthday. My story was consistent with that of a usual birthday celebration. His story on the other hand was a bit of a shocker to say the least.
Before I continue I will remind you that we had been broken up for two-days. We were together for five years.
He had a great time at his work party. He met a blond. She was pretty. She was one promotion away from having his exact job title in a different building of the company. She spoke nine languages. She was ambitious. She was impressive. Her parents had a condo. Her parents were of European descent. She was perfect. My favorite part was this, they kissed. Sorry, wait, my favorite part was that they bumped teeth when they kissed. Then came the icing on the cake, "sparks flew". I shit you not, "sparks flew".
There it was, my Taylor Swift moment. I remained cool, calm and collected. I didn't know what else to do. I was in shock for obvious reasons.
I sat there in the living room chair gracious as one can be while chomping on a burrito. Lots of questions were being asked in my mind. "Is he kidding? Is this normal? It must be normal. Wait, this can't be normal. How should I respond?" I ended up telling him that I thought it was great that he met someone. I figured that was the dignified thing to do. "Did he want my blessing?" The questions in my mind continued. He soon left to go about his day and I went back to bed.
Part 2 - Sluts in Corporate America
The next day I woke up feeling much better physically. I brushed off what had happened and everything that he had said. Good for him getting out there I thought. I was confident that nothing would come of it. We had our share of rough patches in the past and I was sure that we would yet again work through this rough patch and eventually be together again.
Later that week I went to his apartment (the one that I once shared with him) to gather some of my belongings that were still there. As I was going through a drawer in the living room we conversed. He mentioned the same girl. I was surprised to hear they were still in touch. He proceeded to tell me that things were starting to get hot and heavy between them. He told me that they met in the parking lot of his work place one morning. She and him worked for the same company. It was a Corporate America type of company, right up there with Intel. Anyway, you would think that people working for such a company would have some sort of tact. Wrong. As I was saying, they met up in the parking lot before work one morning. She got out of her car and got into his. I suppose it's important to note that he had a black BMW that he was terribly proud of. It made him feel really great about himself. It made him feel accomplished and superior. He was that type of person. After she entered his car, they began to make out. The making out lead to him sucking on her boobs and having his hand down her pants and vice versa. She had nice boobs he added. He was telling me the story as if I were one of his best male perverted buddies. I was so disgusted. After he told me the story, he mentioned that he felt strange that he had just shared that information with me.
Maybe it's just me but I think that is classless and disgusting. A woman in her late 20's should not be participating in such lewd acts. I later found out she had a tramp stamp but that is another story which will come up later.
Part 3 - What?!
A couple of days had passed. I figured it was time to get serious. It was about time that we got back together I thought. I called my ex boyfriend of less than a week to ask if he would meet with me at a local restaurant to discuss things. He surprised me by saying no. He would not meet with me. I was so shocked. This was not like him. He was always willing to discuss our issues. Apparently the new girl that he was seeing suddenly transformed him into a man that I no longer knew. I pressed and I pressed for a meeting. Since he didn't want to meet at a local establishment, I suggested that we meet at our old apartment. Absolutely not, it was out the question and he made that quite clear. As a last resort, I suggested that we meet at a local fountain, less than a block from the the condo that we once shared. Finally, he gave in and agreed to meet me there.
We finally met where we sat down on a park bench. Little did I know, our conversation there would be one of the most heartbreaking, reality facing, ego blowing moments of my life.
It was there on the park bench that I attempted to make my ex of less than a week realize that were were meant to be. I reminded him that we had been together for more than five year and that we were obviously going through a rough patch. Nothing I said mattered for he was pussy whipped by the new girl that he had been seeing. He told me that he loved me, that he would always love me, but that I was not the one for him. He informed me that he had met the one for him. Her name was Jules. (The girl from the work party.) He proceeded to tell me that she was the type of girl that he was looking for in life. He made points as to why she was the perfect girl for him. They were as follows:
1. She was driven.
2. She was taking classes with the goal of getting a promotion at work (aiming for the same job title that he had).
3. She spoke nine languages.
4. She was interested in learning his native language (after 5 days of knowing him).
4. Her parents owned a condo 100 miles north of San Diego (where we lived).
5. She was half Italian and half Swiss.
6. She was an amazing cook.
With passerbyes witnessing my despair I felt for the first time in my life at loss for words, not to mention a comeback. I was crushed. Never one to show my true emotions in public, I sat there on the park bench speechless. Finally, there was nothing left to say between us. He got up and walked away. It was then that I began to sob like a baby on the bench. People witnessed me crying and watched in pity, but I didn't care. Nothing mattered to me at that moment. As far as I was concerned, my whole life was shattered into broken pieces that I could not glue together.
I had once read a excerpt in a book about my ex and I. It was an Astrology book by Linda Goodman titled, "Love Signs". According to her, "he would always be there waiting for me in the shadows even after the biggest fight". I finally sat up from the bench a half hour after he had left me there sobbing. As I turned the corner, there he was. I couldn't believe it. For a second, I thought there was hope. I was wrong. (To be continued....)
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