MY EX STORY

I’ve had a few questions regarding the statement I made that I am newly single…so I thought I’d share the story, so far, of The Break Up.

Note: I wrote that first paragraph and then spent the next 30 mins wondering what to write or where to start or how to possibly explain!!

Well… Me and B* met very early 2004 whilst we were both working in Real Estate in the same area. I’d seen him around, he’d seen me around and a good friend of mine knew him. He eventually gave me his card to which I had no intention of doing anything with (because I was in an anti men stage)** but than a work mate of mine was also mates with him and intervened.

We ended up ‘seeing each other’ for a while, but before long we were officially ‘together’ and in love.

A lot of people were surprised at our relationship as he was not my usual “type”***. But he was a great guy, very funny and caring, smart and mature and good looking. Although I got along great with his family and we frequently spent nights drinking with his brother and his partner, we did not enjoy spending time with each others friends. We were polite and could handle being around them but when it came to going out with friends we usually did it on our own or went out with his brother and their friends who we both got along with.

We were very different in ways, he was sensible with his money and of course I’m not. He liked to play it safe whereas I usually choose the reckless options. I loved the idea of traveling the world and that didn’t really appeal to him (Had had never been on a plane so I surprised him with a trip to Melbourne, Victoria for his birthday one year);

This is us in Melbourne ****


But of course there were things we had in common – we both loved to try new restaurants and food, we both thought image and personal appearance was important and we both wanted to be successful. Basically we bought out the best in each other (at least I know he did me, I’m pretty sure I had the same effect on him lol)

Apart from the whole friend’s thing, I believe, we really did have a near perfect relationship. We both strongly believed in independence and had no desire to get married, move in together or anything like that in the near future…which is why, when I decided that moving to London was something I had to do*****, we had to make a decision.

He never had the desire to travel which was always fine by me – but we both knew we couldn’t stop each other from doing something.

So after nearly 3 years together, and a few months before my move, we went our separate ways.

Now that I’m back from London, we still talk and catch up occasionally but we both agreed that its not right for us to get back together straight away. After all, I didn’t come back from London just to get back together with him.

I do still care for and love him. And I think we both think that maybe one day (whether its in months or years) we could be together again, but for now, we are both enjoying being single after so long and I know I have realized what a great friend, above anything else, he is to me.

So while I’ve gotten used to being single and not speaking to or seeing him everyday. I still miss him in some ways. Usually when I start missing him I just think back to the times he used to bug the hell outta me – that always does the trick. =)

* - Of course not his real name

** - No, I didn’t take to being a lesbian for a while. I had just had enough of the BS in the dating game and wanted to be without a man for a while.

*** - My type (not so much type, just the guys I attracted) used to be the typical male. You know the ones, who forget to tell you they have a girlfriend or think its not cheating if you were drunk or who had no sense of style, no morals, no charm or general manners.

**** - The photo isn't great but I chose a not so clear photo on purpose. The eye thing is a little melodramatic, I know, but thats just me.

***** - I will, soon, fill you all in on The Move.