It was bound to happen. I knew it would happen. I guess I had just hoped it wouldn't happen for a while.
Me: "Howdy, I'm Cary."
Him: "You're American, aren't you? Where are you from"
Me: "Good catch. I'm from Texas."
Him: "Hrmmm... I met a Cary from Texas once. You didn't.... by chance... know my good friend 'Brit Boy'?"
Me: "Ummmm.... yeah.... HI!!!!"
Yuppers. It has happened. The first people I actually talked to while out and about trying to meet new people on my own here in London are friends of my ex Brit Boy. Great. Fabulous. Wonderful. Fantastic. Wanna know what's even more fabulous? They think I should work toward building bridges with Brit Boy since I am now in his country.
Seriously.
I have no words. After what he said to me after our break-up I have no desire whatsoever to have him as a part of my life in any way shape, form, idea, concept, or thought. I don't know that I can explain it, but it was just so negative. I try to live my life in the positive arena and that experience just wasn't anywhere near that.
However, it is apparent that me living here in London is gonna mean me running into Brit Boy's friends. Well, I knew it was gonna happen. I mean, he did live here for 15 years. I guess I just hoped it wouldn't happen the first time I went out to meet some people outside of the grad program for which I am here.
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BRUTAL! I'm sorry sir :(
-Tiger
Wow. Vegas is still a small town like this, but London?
Seems that he's feeling a lot of regrets and talking his friends about it, and you're still not over the insult. You may have seen a side of him that they never have. I'm a huge fan of vague responses like "maybe, someday", or "who knows? perhaps...", followed by a nice subject change like "hey, how 'bout those Dolphins?!" or manchesters or whatever the @#$ they have over there.
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