So I ran into my old ex about a year ago. I immediately recognized her and remembered why we were together in the first place. It just worked. We split up out of necessity, moving and crap, you know.
So we were hanging out again together, as friends, progressing into good friends, progressing into nearly best friends, progressing into me, after about a year of being pretty good friends and only bringing up our past relationship jokingly, asking her out.
And, get this, she's, erm, not of the same sexual orientation she was when we were going out. Yeah.
So here I am, awkwardly sitting across from the love of my g&dd&mn life.... And she's physically incapable of being attracted to me. Well sh*t.
Now I'm not trying to make it sound like she's a bad person for being who she is. It just kinda sucka to be in my position, y'know? I've moved on, but, I, y'know, haven't. Otherwise I wouldn't be typing this.
Yeah. Life sucks. And now you're most likely less happy now than you were when you clicked on this. Sorry for that. Now use that comment section below to tell me what I did wrong and how I'm a massive douche for this somehow.
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