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Current mood:  drained
For the life of me I will never understand men. At my age, you would think that I have had enough life experience and interactions with men that they wouldn’t be as much of a mystery anymore.
However, once again I am defeated by the sheer randomness of the male psyche.
I received an email the other day from an old ’boyfriend.’ I say that loosely as we didn’t date very long and the time we had together wasn’t exactly lovely. Nice guy, but with issues. The usual, you know. And I was very fresh from a divorce at the time, with issues of my own. But no biggie, so it didn’t become anything that serious and we went our separate ways.
Fast forward three....has it been four....years? I get this email. Hello. How’s it going?
I reply cordially. Light chit chat for a couple emails. Then, his life unfolds within my inbox. A new dad, with a new home, new job, and marriage on the way......Mexico in November. And a very cute picture of his new son tucked within.
So I can’t force my brain to refrain from the question of why? Why, after all these years, with no contact, communication, friendship.......does he share? I know it does not matter to my life in the least bit. But I remain curious.
My other unbridled thoughts were purely negative and self-defeating. I could only view it as just another way Life skips merrily by, kicking me as it trots along.
I can’t know the motivation, and even perhaps there was none. Just a simple thought. Innocuous.
3:23 PM
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