For the last several years, I have been trying to get into contact with one of my ex girlfriends. When I say trying I really mean thinking about trying to contact her. I know its lame but I am a wimp and deathly afraid of rejection. It's strange because sometimes I will be walking through a store and start to think about her and I will say to myself that I need to contact her. I will run through all the options of how I could get in touch with her. I could call her parents and get her number. No thats no good, they did not like me too much. That could have something to do with the blow job in the basement fiasco. I could look her up on the net. No that did not work out. Her phone and email were unlisted. Just so ex boyfriends who she got caught blowing in her basement could not find her. Yep thats how my mind works. Maybe we will just run into each other someday. Well that actually happened about a year a ago and I did not have the balls to ask her for her number. I had the balls to have her blow me while her parents were eating dinner upstairs. However, I don't have the balls to say how about we get together for lunch sometime? It is always amazing to me how outgoing a man can be to get laid. It is equally amazing to me how lazy, a man can be when the possibility of rejection is involved.
Well a few weeks ago I paid one of the online search company's less than twenty bucks to track her down. I could not believe it, according to them she still lived at her parents address. Now I know when I spoke with her last she had moved out and was doing quite well. Maybe she lost her job and needed to move back home? Maybe she was doing exceptionally well and she bought her parents home? Maybe she will give me another blow job in the basement?
So I sat down and typed a nice appropriate letter. I addressed it to her and put my return address on it and sent if off. A week goes by and nothing. Two weeks goes by and still nothing. I start to think, ah maybe she does not want the hear from me. Maybe she is married with children and happy. She could still be traumatized about the blow job incident. Then when I least expect it she calls. I almost forgot about writing the letter and waiting for her call. I was so happy to hear from her I almost pissed my pants.
We talked for about an hour. We talked about all the little things in life that have transpired over the years and a few of the big ones too. However I start to realize that she is not the person I used to know. A lot has changed in her and I'm sure a lot has changed in me too. I seemed to me that she was very jaded. It just bums me out. I remembered this cute and sexy teenager who would do anything for a laugh. Not to mention she would do it almost anywhere. She had turned into someone who is just totally negative about everything and everyone in her life.
One of my first thoughts was did I have any part in this negativity? I sure hope not. I always treated her right and she always treated me right too. So whats with the F the world attitude? I'm not sure we will get back to the trust and respect we once had but I would like to know why she went sour. Needless to say I was very disappointed in the person I found. I do have some satisfaction that she was not the greatest thing since sliced bread, and maybe I can get on with my life now. It's just good to know that not only my life is screwed up but other people are in the same boat too.
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