This week has been fucking weird.
I started my third-ever film related job. This is awesome because I'm working on something that I LOVE and I'm being paid for it. I'm the guy doing the online campaign for Cell 213 - A psychological thriller by Stephen Kay that was made in Canada. I'll write a review about it for another post because it's wicked. This post isn't about that. This post is about a series of ex-boyfriend hauntings.
The first is completely retarded, slash hilarious - to me. We are Cougar Town watchers. I won't apologize for that because it's fucking hilarious. My guy even surprised me with a giant wine glass when I was having an awful rotten day. Just as its counterpart in Cougar Town, we named it. Get used to Big Diesel. I know nobody reads this, but if anyone happens to, and I reference Big Diesel, now you know why. If you're a Cougar Town watcher, you've seen them in Hawaii and met Big Kimo. (my ex from a few years ago is named Kimo.) He and I don't even talk anymore, but it was weird, because who the fuck has that name? Seriously. This is not a decision parents make lightly. Anywhore, I saw that on the show, and laughed it off as a funny coincidence. Life outside my head has also been happening.
I've been working my ass off. That's my way, and it's amazing to be working again, especially for something that I like with people that are great. The public part of my campaign was supposed to be finished early today (and I learned before I left the team at the hotel that it's not), so I made my way home way later than expected.
On my way home I was to drop off some stuff to this awesome restaurant we ate at yesterday called Fuzion. Halfway there I run into a former flame with his fella and a friend of his. They insist I have a beer with them - totally fine since we've maintained a friendship since I angry-dumped him. It took some time, but we're great friends now. Anyone who thinks they can't be friends with an ex is a dick. Kinda. There are obviously situations that don't allow it, but I was only seeing this dude for like 2 months. I'm glad I managed to become his friend because we'd never have worked as a couple, but we have tons of laughs together. His new fella is awesome, which is great, and he gets along with my awesome fella too. It would be a double win, but I get better sex and a more awesome guy who doesn't do stupid shit like start fights in the street. His fella also regales me with stories about me, and about how he's heard I'm the coolest guy his dude has ever dated. I've hung out with them a couple times now, and we get along great. I know a gazillion people who are cooler than me, so I feel a smidge bad for them, but not really because they're super happy and I am too.
I left those guys and dropped off the stuff to the restaurant. Nothing special happened, but I think the owner's assistant is going to keep the poster to himself. Not at all why I brought it, but it's not my place to question it. I joined the guys I'd just ran into for a drink, and laughed about a girl wearing her sunglasses outside. It's night time, obviously. My random singing of "sunglasses at night" becomes a crappyoke moment, to the dismay of the other patrons. We finish our drinks and I left.
On my way home I walk by a piano bar. I see the fella I dated before the guy mentioned earlier, so I decide to stop in for a hello and am stuck waiting til closing time to say hi. I ordinarily wouldn't wait, because I'm not a very patient person. I decide to wait because we've been yapping about getting together for a visit for some time so he could meet my guy and I could hang out with the dogs he has. I sat down with his new fella who is super nice and tells me he's heard all about me. For the second time in a night I'm told that I'm the fave ex-boyfriend. I'm not particularly ego-centric, but like every man, I have an ego.
Now I'm told twice in 1 night that I'm the best ex-boyfriend someone's had. While it's nice to be thought of fondly, and quoted (my many weird sayings are apparently common speech to them) I can't help but be terrified that the awesomely perfect guy I'm with now is just collecting anecdotes about why I was fun to date. My logical brain knows this to not be the case, because I'm with the exact right guy for me, and from what he tells me I'm that guy for him too. Tonight's random ex boyfriend hauntings totally slapped my neurotic side in the face though. Now that I'm writing it (talking it out to myself) I think that seeing them happy with people just makes me really glad for them, and remember that they're just people, and it makes me feel like it's ok to be their friends because there's no way things will get awkward. Seeing myself write/think that makes me feel like I think way more of myself than I should like they should all be alone, or way less, like I require their approval even though I left them for whatever incompatibility I saw. Either way, they're people I still care about and seeing them happy makes me happy. Happiness is so infectious!
Mayhaps I need to see a therapist. Mayhaps this is just the avenue I need to talk myself through all my nonsense. Either way, I'm SO Lucky/Thrilled/ to be with a guy who understands me, supports my life choices, isn't afraid of my friends, doesn't put up with my nonsense, sends me love notes, takes my call for no reason while he's working, and isn't afraid to love me despite all of the horrible things he's dealt with in the past. Despite the myriad ways I've been (not literally) shit on, I've bounced back with most of myself intact. I'm excited to be with him, I'm excited to prove myself worthy of him, I'm excited to come home to him (we've just moved into our first home) and I'm excited to make a life and family with him. I've got someone who keeps me excited about every day. That's the reason for the title of this post. I know too many people who aren't excited about what's next. I don't mean to be mean.. I'm just sayin. I really hope everyone gets to be as full of love as I am.
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