Monday, August 07, 2006

What's more fun than running into an old boyfriend?

Finding out that in the intervening 31 years he:

a. Went to prison for 6 years
b. Rides a bicycle to work
c. Works at Taco Bell (and NOT in management)
d. All of the above

Poor guy was such a sweetie, but truly a lost soul. Seems like I was the only one who ever really cared about him. I recognized him in the drive-thru by the set of his mouth. If I'd seen him up close and without his glasses, I would have known him instantly by his piercing blue eyes. In addition to his troubles, the years haven't been kind to him. But I can't say they've been all that kind to MY fat ass either lol.

We chatted for a bit; he, stating with bravado, "I've had a good life." Me, trying not to look upon him with the pity I felt that he hadn't had a BETTER life. I can STILL read him like a book.

His downfall had always been his self-destructive behavior. Seems he'd get up to a certain level in life, blow it all up, and start all over again. Ad infinitum.

I hope he is on an upward swing now and wish him all the best.

9 Comments:

Blogger Serra said...

I've only run into one old boyfriend since the move home to Wisconsin, and he's doing exactly the same as he did 20 years ago, except for being grayer than he was.

10:51 PM  
Anonymous J the Fox said...

The above sounds like MY old boyfriend....still living with or very close to his parents. Works as a guard at an old folks' condo place - hence the parent connection. Single. All by age 54.

Hey, why am I pointing fingers? Last time I was with him, I was trying to finish nursing school. I'm STILL trying to finish nursing school!!!

8:55 AM  
Blogger It's Me, Maven... said...

There is something to be said about his resilience though! Some folks they can't hang when it all goes to shit, and yet, there he is, workin' at Taco Bell, rather than finding a clever ruse to get his ass on public assistance...

2:29 PM  
Blogger Samantha said...

I wish I could feel that adult when I bump into an ex, but truth be telt, I love it when they're miserable. I know, I know, I'm going to Hell!

4:08 PM  
Blogger Pisser said...

Hey, I rode a bike to work...until I got hit by a car...:D

9:19 PM  
Blogger Cheetarah1980 said...

Damn, whenever I run into my ex he's looking so good I want to hop back in his bed. I need to lower my standards.

9:18 PM  
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9:24 PM  
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2:17 PM  
Blogger Assrot said...

Damn good thing you dropped that loser heh? Hopefully you did better after him.

I ran into an old girlfriend a couple of years ago from high school (1960s). She was still washing dishes and waiting tables at the same old greasy spoon in North Carolina that she worled at when we were in high school.

She'd been down the river twice for 2 years and then 5 years. It seems she has a nagging drug problem.

I don't know man. When I was in high school, I experimented a little. I just don't see how anyone can let that control their whole life.

I don't understand people that don't want anymore out of life than to work at a lousy roadside greasy spoon for the rest of their life for minimum wage.

To each his own heh?

Some folks you just can't reach.

;-)

8:34 PM  

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