The "C" Word That Got Away

I just wrote on my facebook that, “I’m not usually a big fan of blanket statements. That being said – smart dudes are just down-right tricky.” Then I felt kinda bad, thankfully the ex-boyfriend won’t read it due to the fact that I’ve defriended him till the sting passes. But his sister and a few of his friends are still my facebook budz, so I decided it would be in poor judgement to post the jokes I had written in my head at the Gym while I was working out.

My Gym is right on the freeway. Nothing lulls you more into thinking about the one who got away then riding the elliptical mindlessly to the view of bumper to bumper traffic on the 101. The start of my jokes went something like this: My last boyfriend was a real “C” word…composer. Let’s just say it goes downhill pretty quickly from that point. As I was twirling my dark little gems around in my head, I had had an epiphany, “Hey wait a minute, I think I did a variaton of these jokes when I was in my 20’s… Dear Lord, have I not learned a thing!?!"

Then I drove home sweaty, feeling like a heel for having any malice of thought towards another person who’s only trying to navigate his way around a big busy awkward life, just like me. But I wouldn’t really be myself if I didn’t behave just like the “C’ word I’m capable of being…comic.

So here it is on my blog, and you know how hard it is to get any of your friends to read your blog – I think I’m safe.

Btw - Giuseppe Verdi must have been a complete effing emotional nightmare!!!