As I got to my restaurant table with a friend, someone I hadn't seen for a long time approached me. Yes I remembered her, but I was terrified.
It was a friend of an old boyfriend's. Last time I had seen her was when my recently exed-boyfriend came in to town to see me for one last time and to hang out with other Cleveland friends he might not be seeing again for a while.
That very recent ex insisted I join him for dinner with his friends despite my doubts. As one would guess, dinner with a very recent ex, who would soon leave never to be seen again, and his married friends, (on their first anniversary, no doubt) eventually took a turn for the worse.
It was nothing dramatic, and I was fairly graceful about the whole thing. Nevertheless, this is the last time this person saw me, about 1.5 years ago.
"Manya! Manya! It's me, do you remember me? Tina?" I did remember, but I was nervous of even the slightest reference to my ex, with which I would no doubtedly torment myself for days. I introduced her to my friend as, "a friend of Bob, old Bob," but that was it. I really didn't know what else to say and just bumbled and stuttered my way through the incident. I was curious about her life and I like her, but it was too much of a pink elephant for me to be more than minimally coherent. Fortunately I accidentally stumbled upon her pregnancy. *phew*
I don't care much about babies and I don't like to ask personal questions, so eventually there was still a vacuum to be filled. Inevitably I was asked, "How have you been doing? What are you up to?"
People I don't keep in touch with, or who don't know me as well as others ask me this, and what the hell do you say?
I mentioned my new job, but I can't use that forever. I haven't been good at exercising, so I can't lie and metion that. So what else?
I have become especially interested in scientific skepticism and positive atheism. I want to be in the Skepchick Calendar and go to TAM 6. Then I'd have to explain what the hell I'm talking about. Too esoteric.
I've been more social, but even so, I've become increasingly happy doing a wide variety of things completely alone. Not the kind of thing you want someone passing on your ex. Too pathological.
I've been adding lots of birds on to my life list. And then I'll prepare for feigned interest in my great birding adventures searching for the elusive Lesser Wild-Eyed Nut-Fiddler.
I'm paying down my debt. Too personal.
I got a new laptop and successfully networked it with my other computer. Superficial, desperate, and nerdy.
I'm eating even less dairy. Too self-congratulatory and ideological.
I've taught my cat several tricks. This may have been interesting to say, but I mentioned this last night to my friend who just had a baby. I'm not playing the "Well, my cats can do tricks" card in response to baby talk twice in one week.
So please. Anyone. What does a person with unusual passions and lifestyle say to someone (especially your ex's pregnant friend) when they ask, "And what's up with you?"
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