Dance Foe Ever!

@3:34 after getting home from dancing with a rad brunette all night, I realized how much fun I can have without thinking about the past. Then, I check my email:

Friday, 31 March 2005

Email To: Miss Brunette
Email From: Mr. Never Was

Hey Yo,

My fiance is an art teacher who stole my heart. I met her on Halloween when I
walked up to her and said "you totally want to make out with me"; She
pretended not to but of course she really did want to. We took a trip to
Vegas and did the nasty back in December and a baby decided it wanted us to
be parents so that's what we shall be.

With the arrival of the baby I think we'll stay in Funkytown for the next
couple years at least. I love other places in the world but with all the
friends and fam in this city, Chicago is home.

Life sucks sometimes no matter where you are and what's going on. (wow, that
was random)

What are you doing losing weight? Just don't loose that ass. It's an
ASSet.

So you're enrolled at UCLA. Crazy,,,, Um you may already know this but your ex-boyfriend, Mr. Last Significant, should be enrolled there some time this year. How's that for finding Mr Right?

(I have to interrupt to pinpoint that my Mr. Right isn't my ex! I think it was this hot guy that was a rad dancer who's name I've almost forgotten...Almost. I'll forget it when he doesn't call back. Right, back to the email.)

Anyhow, hope all is well, keep me posted. I'm used to writing 2 paragraph
emails at most but why? It's strange that now that humankind can so easily
communicate we choose to keep it so brief. Hmmm?

cheers
Mr. Never Was


There you have it in a nutshell. I'm not as depressed about being single or thinking I've lost anything (just like Julia Roberts). Life certainly has it own plan (its wondrous how the past peeks its head into the present in strange ways). However, now I'm upset that there was an unspoken promise that the West Coast is my home & not that of an ex who has been living in NYC attempting that same-old painter gig! Traitor! What's more. I googled my ex's name & I read an interview which is about how he has taken a break from the old fine art painting gig & has written a novel that he has turned into a screenplay which he will direct if it ever becomes anything. I'm not lying to you. Double traitor! I would throw a temper tantrum, maybe I have, but I think I'm going to sink into bed with my lovely little pup & reminiscent about something a bit more recent, like my evening of dancing. Oh, the life! I really wish you could have been there, my lovely secret agents, to have seen this guy. Dana Point is killer.

Nite!

Miss Brunette