February 12, 2008

All good things must come to an end

What better place to start then at the end?

72 days, 11 hours and 57 minutes ago, I was happy.

I had a good job, I had enough money to afford the things I wanted and the wisdom to want what I could afford, I had health, humor and a house in my life.

I also had my ex.

We were having Dinner to celebrate our 3 years together. It was a nice dinner. I was having a Waldorf Salad (From the Waldorf hotel in NY), she was having Oysters. I was looking forward to the Chateaubriand that was coming up with the potato wedges and the second bottle of Chateau Durand. I was already salivating at the thought of the “Fondant au Chocolat” that I had ordered for desert and most importantly, I was still orgasmic about having just dropped her mother at the airport.

Life was a beautiful, zennish, harmonious flow. My Chi was in the right place and my inner self satisfied

Then she spoke.

“I slept with Hani”

Couldn’t she have waited until after the Chateaubriand and the fondant? I mean, come on, it was only 15 more minutes. Would it have killed her? But, that’s her; my ex; totally inconsiderate. Spitting out the weirdest of things and the most inappropriate moments.

Couldn’t she have waited until the waiter finished replenishing my glass of wine? Did she have to inform the waiter of my situation as a clueless idiot?

Some women have no sense of style of timing.


i*maginate said...

LOL - Hani! There's one in my blog too, but I don't think I'm your ex...;-)

Rambling Hal said...

I shouldn't be cracking up like this, right? I should be trying to find words to make you feel better, no?

Hee hee, but this is TOO FUNNY.