I reactivated my Facebook account last night after what turned out to be 6-day hiatus. I’d deactivated it last Tuesday after I pronounced things with Mr. Smooth and I officially dead. Part of it was not wanting to have to run across his name and face in my virtual wanderings. We have so many mutual friends from the job that it’d be inevitable. I could’ve just blocked him specifically, I guess. But even then, he’s a bit of a party animal so there was still a good chance that I’d run across him in somebody else’s photo albums. More so than that though, I just didn’t feel like being bothered by ANYONE at the time…wanted to be left to myself.
One of the first things I did after I got back on was to look him up, of course. He has a new picture up from a party last week with some chick. I don’t know who she is, I feel like it might be a family member or something. Maybe his sister. I don’t know. He looked good. I didn’t really feel anything though.
Yeah, I don’t think I’ll need to block him. I’m still basically over it all. I’m doing good. I wish I didn’t have to lose out on the sex though. It was wonderful.
I looked a hot mess at work yesterday due to some late night adventures with my coworkers Sunday night. And of course it would be the day I run into my ex (and boss), Pretty Ricky. I barely ever see him and on the day I’m a little hung over and looking like something the cat dragged in, I turn around and there he is. Luckily it was nothing more than a fleeting glance. I’m hoping he didn’t notice.
Not a good look to let your ex see you looking tore up, especially when he’s just simply gorgeous. Pretty Ricky is probably the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. I was hooked from the first time I ever saw him. Three weeks later, there I was waking up naked in his bed with hickies all over me. He was intent on biting me up the first time…I have no idea why.
But of course, we ended up falling out eventually and he became my first and only hard-learned lesson on why you DO NOT get involved with anyone from the job that you have to see on the regular. EVER. I can’t even count the number of awkward moments we had at work when we mutually refused to acknowledge, look at, or speak to each other. Ah…good times, good times.
Sometimes we’d be cool. Sometimes we weren’t. I admit, the drama was mostly on my end. Sometimes I’d be cool with it being over, and sometimes I wouldn’t be. It’s hard to get over someone when you have to keep seeing him. It took me a long time to get to the point where I am now…where I can see him, and even speak, and not feel any faint pangs of desire. We JUST started speaking to each other again on the professional tip. And it’s cool. I’m over it now. No hard feelings. I can keep it professional at this point. He is really handsome though.
I might’ve lost all my pertinent personal papers…check card, license, work ID, and gym ID. I keep them all together in a case and as of yesterday morning, said case was nowhere to be found. I’m hoping it didn’t fall out of my pocket on the street some time Sunday night during my tipsy adventures. It’s likely to be at my coworker’s house where I stayed the night on the couch. But he just went to Mexico for vacation this week so I have no way of knowing right away. That’d really suck, having to replace everything.
A high school classmate is IMing me on Facebook as we speak telling me how much he wants me. I barely even know him, we didn’t run in the same circles in high school. He added me a while ago and I accepted since I remembered him. But we’ve never held a conversation before this. He saw me out last week apparently and thought I looked good. He’s not my type by any stretch of the imagination. A little too rugged for me. I’m going to pass.
Another ex is trying to hook me up with one of his boys from work. Hmm…