After a break-up, especially from a guy’s point of view, our minds really play tricks on us. All the bad things about the past relationship seem to magically fall by the wayside and all we recall are the good points. We think, “Geez, why did I ever think there was anything wrong with her, we were great together”. I don’t know why this happens, but it seems to be a common occurrence. Could it be the security blanket that was provided by the relationship? I really don’t think it is a matter of the sex. More so, being in a relationship, knowing stability and comfort factor. It must have something to do with heuristics.

Thoughts, anyone???

nice date – let’s start with radical right wing politics!

douche bag!!

Your response caused me to stop and think, and I’d say about 50% of my relationships have resulted in warm friendships. These are people I liked before, during and after and continue to enjoy their friendship. Some of course ran away never to talk to me again!

At my advanced age (!) I can and am certainly friends with many women that there will never be an ‘after’because it’s not that kind of attraction and never will be.

Interesting question.

Now, however, it is so interesting to see where others are coming from, having long distance pen pals, seeing thought patterns emerge. It might be, somewhat, living vicariously, but following different blogs is really not that much different than reading novels (with, of course, some being better than others). Yet, interestingly enough, I don’t use Facebook or follow people that way.

Another outlet is listening to online radio. Living in the middle of nowhere (I get one am station and one fm station), Internet radio has become somewhat of a lifeline to the outside world. Listening to the same shows day after day, these individuals do become part of the extended family, like it or not.

Sunday morning ramblings I guess. . .

In a few months, you might forget for a while until you suddently remember and it catches you off guard, but I promise it’s normal. You’ll be driving home from work as usual and think, “I better get home fast because she’s going to be mad if I’m late in giving her dinner,” because that’s what you always used to think. And then you’ll remember you don’t have to worry about that anymore.

It will be surprising and painful in your gut, and you might start crying in your work clothes and makeup, but it will be normal. It will happen less and less often, and you’ll eventually be able to counter that sadness with a memory of something silly she did. Promise.