In case you need a refresher...Mr. NYC was the one who waited until I called him that one fateful October night of 2011(it was a Sunday night I believe) to break up with me. THANK GOD that weekend was a 3 day weekend, THANK YOU COLUMBUS FOR DISCOVERING AMERICA! You girls know what I am talking about, sometimes you hurt so bad it pains you to get up in the morning.
Flash forward to the present: It was probably a Wednesday or Thursday night, Mr. Ex-Boo and I were texting back and forth and I was truly happy and talking to him and secretly counting down the hours to when I could hug him and tell him exactly how much I was missing him. We were in a semi-serious conversation via text and I was halfway getting ready for bed.
Then...out of nowhere...as I am typing a reply text to Mr. Ex-Boo, I see a number flash above my phone. I deleted his number a long time ago, but I can recognize the area code and the last 4 digits. Immediately my heart sank because when I read the area code in my head. I knew exactly who it was from.
All these thoughts running through my head at the same time: "Why?", "What does he want?", "Is it weird that I get his text at the exact moment I am texting my significant other", "Does he know?". Seriously, there were millions of thoughts in a span of 5 seconds going through my head.
I calmly finish my text to Mr. Ex-Boo and then see what the other fool wants.
“How is your new job going?”
REALLY? THAT'S WHAT YOU WANTED TO KNOW AND WHY YOU GAVE ME HALF OF A PANIC ATTACK?
What a fool, clearly someone forgot to tell him that this new job he is referring to is now 8 months old! Last time I had any communication with him he had sent me a birthday text and that was when I told him I had just gotten out of my old miserable job and starting a new one.
Apparently Mr. NYC had been "meaning" to get in touch with me for awhile. Of course in my head I'm thinking...WHY? We have nothing to say to each other. In case you forgot, you are the one who blocked me on facebook...so why are you reaching out?
What is really funny to me is how after all this time you could be over someone and not have any feelings for them but still cannot cross over to having a "normal" conversation with them. You girls know what I mean. You know what you guys really want to say to each other but tip toe around it and exchange regular "Hi" and "How are you's".
I knew exactly what I wanted to ask him: "Do you still not believe in feelings?", "How is your dad?", "Still with that other girl that you left at the train station a few months ago?" "Why yes..I did hear about that train station situation, in case you forget, we know some of the same people", "Have you changed your sheets yet? Because I remember every time I came to see you, you had the same white and orange comforter from IKEA that everyone and their mother has".
But instead I just asked him how he was doing and and if he was still living/working in the same place as when I knew him last. In case you are all wondering...the answer yes to both of those questions lol.
The moral of this story is sometimes it takes a blast from your past to realize (at least in that moment) that some things don't work out because better things are waiting for you. And that was the first time I actually thanked Mr. NYC. Had he not broken up with me, I wouldn't have been in a happier place with someone else who I love dearly. So, thank you Mr. NYC for being the asshole that you were/are. I am so glad we never worked out. Don't worry...I am sure there is a tortured soul out there for you who can be your better half. I am glad
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