Friday, November 20, 2009
We all have the one big love, usually a bad love. That guy your friends and family hate, but you can’t resist. I had such a love. He was too handsome for my own good. He was a writer. He played the guitar and sang love songs to me. I was doomed from the startt. He was also in constant battle with his personal demons and could be dark and smolderingly gloomy. I was lost, foolish and had no self esteem. He was a bad boy and I was a moth in his flames. But that was over ten years ago, before I found Jesus, antidepressants, sugar free Cool Whip, and Dave.
Throughout the years I have wondered what happened to him. About six years ago I had just discovered Classmates.com and I looked up a lot of old friends and of course a few old boyfriends. I looked up my bad boy. I found his old high school and I found his profile. I didn’t want to contact him I was mostly just plain nosey. I wanted to be the proverbial fly on the wall and find out what he had been up too. Did he publish his novel? Was he married or had spent the last six years in a puddle of tears crying over loosing me? Seriously most of all I wanted to find a picture. I wanted to find out of if he was still as handsome as I remembered or if he has lost his hair and grown a huge pot belly. No such luck. No important info no pictures. I closed the site and didn’t think anything of it.
Until about a six months or a year later I was on the Classmates.com again and I looked him up to see if he had posted any pictures. I clicked on his old high school class and I didn’t find him. His profile had been deleted. But I found me! There was my profile! My profile was listed under his old high school! I had somehow added myself to his graduating high school class. When I saw my name there I screamed so loudly that my co-workers ran into my office. I told them of my blunder and then we all laughed until we had tears running down our faces. The only thing worse than stalking ex-boyfriends is getting caught stalking ex-boyfriends. I was sure that the poor guy had gone on the Classmates.com website saw my name added to his class, immediately removed his profile, and joined the witness protection program. With one click of the mouse I went from ex-girlfriend to crazy stalker ex-girlfriend. Seriously this was my most humiliating internet experiences of all time, my most scandalous disgraceful ex-boyfriend debacle of all time. So bad that it has taken me until recently to look up this guy again, this time on Facebook. I know I never learn but, I am just so nosey. I can’t help it.
What do you think? Am I a crazy stalker ex-girlfriend?
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I don’t mind taking care of sick kids. I am a mom. That’s what I do. I mind taking care of my sick kids who are too sick to go to school, yet well enough to fight. They have spent the last two days coughing, fighting, and trashing my house. I am planning my escape. I am going to go down in the basement then bust open the bulkhead and run screaming out into the backyard. I am going to scurry through the forest like a demented woodland creature and fight my way back to civilization and the outside world.
Wish me luck!