Blabber

My now-ex girlfriend and I had a fun time tonight. For some reason or another she had a Dave & Buster's card filled with some points that she received because of some job meeting held there. Since we had nothing better to do after dinner at the mall - we decided to slip in and waste the points. After a few rigged games and barely enough tickets to make the cost of the card worthwhile (thankfully we didn't pay for it) - we came out with a hackysack ball.

Then we sat at some empty tables in the now closed mall and talked about splitting friends. We came to the conclusion that they sucked since not a one had called her to ask her how she was doing or offer support or anything after the announcement that our five year relationship was coming to a close. This really does blow and I'm honestly upset about it. At first she thought I was smirking ... I may have been because "our" friends had actually said to me at the first notice a month or so ago that I get them in the divorce. Good for me. Bad for the ex... who is still the best friend I have so that makes things odd. However the now-ex pointed out that I needed some odd/weird friends because odd/weird friends might actually treat me as "one of them" and take care of me... while the friends I do have are more likely to keep me as their odd/weird pet friend. YES... I know... confusing. The point is... I was feeling good about my friends choosing me and she managed to make me feel bad by making me feel like I wasn't really important to my friends.

At the same time I'm pissed that nobody seemed to give a rat's ass and call the now-ex. I mean hello? She's been there for you when you were sick, when you were sad, whenever you needed a hand. Frankly my now-ex is too good for them.

I pointed out that her problem seemed to be that these girls were my friends that I chose to surround myself with - cold, unfeeling people who wouldn't necessarily pry into my affairs because I was cold and unfeeling and shut off from the world - and they became her friends by default. They were never good enough for her.

Well in the end that seemed to cheer her up strangely and we ended up attempting to play hackysack in the mall. It ended when she kicked the foot bag over the wall of the Orange Julius kiosk and we were both too chicken to climb over the little door that separated us from it. Now-ex attempted to flag down a few guys and use her "feminine whiles" but to no avail. Good bye hackysack!

Now-Ex added two things to her list for next girlfriend or boyfriend: 1) Must be sporty (since I am not); 2) Must be brave (since I am not)