He Has Nothing To Be Proud Of..

Wow!! 4 days of non stop outings, get togethers, drinking, eating, loud music and crowds...has ended. Spent everyday of those 4 days with the greatest of people. The best was yesterday when my best gal pals joined me here in the heart of all the action. Having them around was nice and wished it didn't end. Having met a new friend, that I mentioned in a previous post, who I invited over to spend the day with us...the conversations were good and stimulating, something I long for, stimulating conversation. We(my new friend and I) were telling tales of Friday night, going through crowds, under the influence of alcohol and such...laughing about bumping into the wrong people. Ive told my new friend, whose name is Patrick, about the bitterness of my last relationship with Rob, he likes to analyze that situation, I guess, in an interesting way. I told, as we went through the crowds, how the other week I walked right by Rob without a word spoken. No sooner did I say that, that Patrick was spotted by his ex who hadn't spoken to in about 7 years or so. While sitting on the balcony yesterday with all of us together, he asked the girls if they knew my ex, and then told the story of bumping into his. We spoke about a neighbour of mine who we have known for years and used to work with. He recently broke up, and we think it was a mutual split, amicable...one friend said, "you see they can end on a good note." - Sure they can, Ive had "happy endings" - with Neil for example. But what Rob did to me, the lies, the infidelities and what not, it couldn't possibly end in a good way. The girls even told Patrick, what a bitter end to my relationship after 15 years. I'm proud that I don't need Rob, better still, the fact that I don't want to know him, of him...anything. Its funny to tell stories of days gone by and like Ive said, I'm more comfortable these days telling the tales, I think that's due to my being so over it. Patrick thinks that I will get over the bitterness, I'm sure I will, its nothing I think about really. I do know I want to never see or speak to him and that part, not speaking to him, I have total control over. Patrick has quickly grown on me which is nice. Its as if I want to hang out more and seems he wants the same. A "gay"bourhood friend. He makes me laugh and we have a good time together so far. Tim was also down this weekend and we hung out both times he was around. A laugh on Saturday evening was great. Hours of laughter and bitchy comments towards each other, in a friendly way, which sort of confirms we are pretty solid as friends . We can laugh and have a good chat, drink or dance the night away or just laugh and have a good time. I'm pleased with how this weekend went and long for more of these weekends. I hope and pray that, the ex had a miserable pride weekend, cuz really, he has nothing to be proud of.
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