Seeing your ex with another man is hard. It’s hard because you don’t know how to feel. You want to be happy, angry, enraged, and delighted. The smile on your face is deceiving; never before have Smokey Robinson’s words been more poignant.
(more…)Tag: Dating
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Ten Weeks, or Maybe Twelve
I lost track a while ago, but I think that I’ve been at home for ten weeks now. It might be twelve, but that depends on whether I’m off by two weeks or not. What I’m sure of is that I’ve been home for far too long. (more…)
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Day 8 of 30
On Wednesday, the student I tutor and I went to the AGO. It’s free to go on Wednesday evenings between 6 and 9 pm. I wanted to try something different with him because he really doesn’t like doing his school work. I’m glad we went because he was excited by the spiralling staircase, that we had to climb to the top of, and by the model ships, which I’ve never taken much interest in. The art on the walls didn’t really speak to him, but he took an interest in the sculptures. (more…)
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Words in Text Messages are Explanatory
Not too long ago, I received a text message from a woman telling me that I come across as apathetic and rude over text messages. I happened to look at my phone during recess while waiting to use the toilet so I didn’t have the time or the attention to care much about what she had to say. (more…)
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Dreamlover, Line by Line
Dreamlover by Mariah Carey is my favourite song of all time.
I hope you took the ~4 minutes to watch and enjoy the music video above, in all its 90s R&B, synchronised dancing in a field glory. (more…)
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It Was a Terrible Second Date
The worst part is that you have hope this time.
I like hope. I like hope in the way that Red, from The Shawshank Redemption, doesn’t. I think that if you aren’t willing to try for nothin’, nothin’ ain’t ever goin’ happen.
But, take this from a man who always has a well-stocked refrigerator before he makes plans for an evening out with a woman.
The rest of what I’m about to write, I envision as being read in a deep highland Scottish accent. I’d make a recording of me reading it, but I might be too mooch under the ways of alcohol.
There ain’t never gonna be a wooman that’s is right for yoo. Of’en all there is in dis life is the approximation of wha’ ya want tid.
Yoo may feel dejected naw, but it’s temporary. There aar, a woman who will be right fer yoo. Jus’ wai’.
Sure, she were pretty, but surely weren’t pretty enough fer yoo. Sometime’, this is how life’ it go. Sometime’, it jus’ ain’t gonna happen.
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A Healthy Social Life Alone?
It hit me last night when I caught myself looking at pictures of ex-girlfriends. As if remembering the tragedy of failed relationships will somehow bring my current outlook on life into sharper focus, I turn to the photos of smiling women who I once thought of spending my future with. Maybe it’s the memory of a time when I thought I had it sorted out that brings me solace. (more…)
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Sometimes I Get Dating Advice from Married Men
Every now and then I get dating advice from married men. They get curious about what dating is like these days, or they just want to show some interest in my life. I think. (more…)
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It’s Only Lonely Once Everybody Has Left
My aunt died at her ex-husband’s funeral, just over a week ago. I don’t know many of the details, but I gather that she suffered a heart attack while at the funeral. It happened on a Saturday afternoon, and by Sunday evening my immediate family was gathered in my one-bedroom apartment. (more…)
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I’m Not Ready to Date
About three weeks ago, I went on a fourth! – that I got that far should be cause for celebration – date with a woman who I quite liked. She is nice, smart, and caring. If I were to date someone, she’s a really good candidate. Except, at some point during dinner she asked if I’m ready to date. She’s ready to date. I told her that I don’t know and would have to think about it.
Red flag. (more…)
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It Kind Of Makes You Want to Fall in Love
Last week was spent celebrating the love of two great friends. So much in love, they had two weddings. One was in Calgary and the other was in Mexico. It snowed on their wedding night in Calgary, and I sweat through my shirt (and pants) a week later in Mexico. Both were absolutely beautiful, the couple and the weddings. (more…)
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The Non-Continuation Agreement
If you’ve ever dated, you’ll be familiar with the agreement that I’m about to elucidate on and, to some extend, describe. (more…)