In my lifetime, I’ve had three boyfriends. My first boyfriend got married a year ago. Randomly, I thought about my second boyfriend today. Today of all days. We stopped talking a while ago. Apparently, he needed space. He was tired of me trying to be his friend. I knew he used to have his own web site back in the day. He created some software. I don’t understand the tech world anymore. Not that I ever did. So I typed his name into my browser today, thinking I would see a revamped web site.
No, that’s not what I saw. Typing in his name, got me his blog, which led to his most recent post. The guy is fucking married! I knew they were going to get married. I bumped into one of his ex-friends a few months back who told me that he was engaged. Not a surprise. They’d been together for quite some time. They seemed to work really well together.
The big surprise was that I happened to think of him, got a hold of his web site, and realized he got married three fucking days ago.
That means that I’ve got one ex-boyfriend left who is not yet married. Two of them are.
After I broke up with my most recent boyfriend, my friends would question, “How would you feel if he hooked up with someone else? What would happen if he got a girlfriend?”
“You know what? I wouldn’t mind. Honestly, I’d be happy for him. I really would. I’d be glad that he found someone else.”
“What if you found out he was engaged?”
“Then you guys would definitely have to visit me in a psychiatric ward. I would go crazy. I would really go crazy.”