So What About My Ex? (Two Confessions)
This is a dual confession, but as it deals with the same person I suppose I'm forgiven.
First, if I let myself think about him, I realize I am still in love with my ex. Yawn. It's not that I don't love the current victim of my affections, but the prior one put up with me for so long that he knows intimately the moods of my heart. I hate having to wait for the same to be true of my current boyfriend.
Second, I know a large part of the reason I rather unceremoniously dumped said ex had to do with the fact that, while I loved him and (wince with me) still do, I was not physically attracted to him. After years, to be so shallow about looks that won't last anyway is horrible. As much as I publically protest otherwise that looks should never matter, they do to me. Worse yet, I was even a little embarassed by the reactions we'd get: "Why are they together? Why is she dating him?" And it's not that I'm God's gift to men. Apparently we all date within our general level of attractiveness and if someone dates higher or lower, people talk. It's cruel, it's shallow, and everyone does it. Don't just denounce me--take a good, hard look in the mirror and then tell me you don't make dating decisions on some of the same criteria.