When MotherFreakers Come Out the Woodworks

Yes, the title of today’s post is long, but it’s how I’ve been feeling the last few weeks.  A couple of posts back, I posted about a new boy being in town.  So far, so good.  My post didn’t jinx anything, even though I’ve almost sabotaged myself a time or two, but we’ve moved past that.  I think everyone, men and women, can relate to the fact that when we begin a new relationship, that’s when people you haven’t talked to or thought of in months, sometimes YEARS, magically find your number.

In Case #1, I received a phone call a few weeks ago from an old beau whom I haven’t spoken with in a few months.  We had an on-again/off-again (mainly off) “fling” that lasted close to 5 years and survived two cities.  When we first met, I thought this man was gorgeous.  Looks wise, he was my type-big, caramel, and bald.  Not to go into too much detail, but after coming to grips with the fact that I deserve better and realizing I actually didn’t want to be in a relationship with him, I moved on.  And because there’s never been a discussion about us “ending things”, we can call each other after about 3 months or so and pick up where we left off.  Well, not anymore.  I have to admit when he called the first time, I was intrigued and called him back.  Due to our usually routine, we played phone tag, finally had a brief convo, and didn’t have a real conversation.  When he called me again this past week, I didn’t answer nor did I return his call.  I’m over it.  And him.  If you run into him, will you tell him for me?  Please and thanks.

In Case #2…I didn’t even realize this was an issue until awhile back.  No matter where I go, my circles seem immensely small and one of my circles from Florida came back to haunt me.  There was a guy who was apparently really interested in me, and after a lot of prodding and coaxing, I finally went out with him.  There was no attraction and no chemistry.  I don’t remember what we did or where we went.  The only reason I halfway remember this cat is because a friend of mine reminded me. (Hey, this was about 4 or 5 years ago; do you remember every person you went out with???)  Turns out he is talking to a friend of mine.  I’m immensely happy for them and hope things work.  Said friend found out we went out.  I didn’t tell her I didn’t remember him, but I did relay she could have at it.  Nothing happened, it wasn’t serious, enjoy yourself!  He told her he didn’t remember me.  So, why, sir, are you sending me a friend request???  Five years have gone by since you’ve probably even said my name, and now you want to befriend me?  Please!  In the words of Jay, “We off that.” Have fun with my girl, I’ll hit “decline”, and we both live our lives.

So, how many of you have fallen prey to the MF’ers that keep coming back?  Or maybe you’re the MF’er that keeps coming back.  Feel free to share.  And to offer any words of wisdom.  Until next time, I’m just a Southern girl…in the city!

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  1. Pingback: The Numbers Game « Southern Girl in the City

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