So yeah, I think it's time for another classic narrative. For the new schoolers, I used to ramble on about certain things back in the day and post them on teh Classic o8®. Most would see it was from me and would a) dissregard the thread completely b) chime in to say I was gay or c) comment with enthusiasm.

On with the story. Some events are true.

About 6 months ago, I broke up with my girlfriend of 8 years. As with most couples with that much time between the two, we were in one of the lower stages in the relationship. I was at a new job and was devoting my entire life to it and in return, gave Jess little attention blah blah blah. She was graduating with a month left to go and decided she wanted a break until she was done with school. So naturely I told her to piss off and people don't take "breaks" in relationships after 8 years. We couldn't come to middle ground so we walked.

I didn't cry for a month or two which was odd because I thought I would die without her. I think I actually hooked up with a girl I had been wanted to pursue for awhile 2 days after we split. Sure, it was a rebound thing but it was fun and I felt old and tired and rejected and that night of fun made me smile and I felt new again. "Okay, as long as I hook up every week, I'll be fine and will get through this" I thought. Obviously my pimp hand isn't that strong so eventually I was forced to realise what I had turned into all these years. Out of shape, on the edge of alcoholism and in a creative stagmire.

So I started going out. I made friends. I got really serious about my car. I started running and got a weight bench. I made friends with a married couple for whom I can now call my best friends. It's odd saying that but they are; the wife moreso. I've cried in front of her when I had a bad day re: Jess and she has cried in front of me. We go shopping and she bitches about her husband or tells me a funny thing he did that made her day. We get chinese every week and watch movies. She really is my best friend and I would have jumped off my balcony without her. He is like my quiet wiser older brother who I am always trying to impress.

So as the days passed, I started to forget about Jess more and more. It hurts like hell and she is never gone but she isn't thought about as much.

Interesting story though. One day I call Jess to tell her of my second mother and the cancer and my dads heart attack and my grandmother's alzheimers and my hospital visit with my finger and we talked for an hour. I thought she should know about the people she was near for 8 years and I felt good with the decision to call. But, at the end of the call, she broke down and told me she missed me. I told her I was happy being single for once as politely as I could and we ended the call on a semi good note.

Two weeks later, she calls from the airport 5 minutes from my home on her way to study abroad in Spain for a month. I missed the call and got it 2 minutes later when I came back in the house. It was her, telling me she wanted to say goodbye and that she missed me (we are pretty supersticious about flying and always had to hear the other person before a flight). So having a few drinks in me, I got in my car and drove as fast as I could to the airport. I don't know why I did it. Maybe I had seen Friends too many times and wanted to be dramatic. At least it would be a good story to tell later on in life. I got to the airport and ran in. I ran to the gate, asked for her flight and even had an allcall for her.

I missed her flight by 2 minutes.

I don't know why I did it but it was at least fun to do. Sure it was stupid and I didn't know what I would have done if I cought her but wtf I suppose.

So here I am. 6 months single and I'm living. I have discovered new music, new friends, new hookups and a new me. I'm starting to be happy with who I am. I am starting to feel confident on my own. I don't need anyone to survive but am happy to have the people in my life.

Life changes I guess.