Upon closer inspection, these are loafers

I happen to like my shoes, they are quite comfortable.
I don't always like being in my shoes.

I had intended to tell my visiting ex that I was bi. I was waiting for her to return home and I wanted to write her a letter about it, blah blah I blogged this a week ago... Anyway, I did not write the letter. A little incident the night before she left made me rethink it.

I enjoyed her visit, it was fun, but it made me realize why we broke up two years ago. All the reasons were in my face again and while we are friends and such, the reality that I would go mad being her boyfriend sunk in. Like everyone else, I have people I am compatible with in a 'friend' way, but not in a 'lover/boyorgirlfriend/deeplydevotedrelationship' way. We have fun together and I am very attracted to her physically and mentally, but we clash. Clash not good, clash make me stress, clash drive me batty. No clash. *smile*

We were camping that last night, three of us. Her friend and travelling companion was there. After playing cards and chatting a while, we settled down to go to sleep. (They teased me about wearing tighty-whiteys, which was wierd because I had black boxer-briefs on... go figure... but we were going to sleep in a fun and light hearted mood.. or so I thought...) After about ten minutes, my ex made several rather nasty comments in a mean tone of voice. They were about me, two years ago. I looked at her for a sec, said "mmhmm", and promptly rolled over and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and couldn't recall what she had said, only that it wasn't nice. As per the plan, we parted ways, they finished their trip and flew back home.

I was miffed about her comments that night and it bothered me. It was right out of the blue, in front of her friend, who I didn't know very well, and just before we were all going to sleep. Wierd wierd wierd.

I had one chore to do. I had camping equipment they borrowed from another friend in the city. Because they were finishing their trip, I was to return it. I called the owner and got his voicemail, so I left a message stating he could call me and let me know when to stop by, and I would drop his equipment off. He didn't call, and three days later I got an email from my ex, "frustrated" that I hadn't dropped of this guys equipment that they had "promised" would be returned immediately. Sigh. Typical.

I had her comments on my mind the days after she left and this "frustrated" thing really pissed me off. So after all was said and done, I'm wasn't really in any sort of a mindset to write anything to her. I wrote a terse two line email saying I dropped of his stuff and that was it. She wrote back and apologized for jumping the gun when she didn't know both sides of the story.

So I just let it slide and I'm glad I did. When I thought about it, even though she's a friend and I wanted to be honest with her, she's the past and wading back there isn't the best thing I could do with my life right now. Instead of sweeping away the cobwebs, I grabbed a DustBuster and vacuumed them up, and emptied the whole pile into a bin labeled "Not worth my time right now."

And that, as they say, is that.