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imaginarycircus at 02:15am on 15/03/2008
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One of my classmates from undergrad published his first novel. He started it when we were Juniors so 1996 probably. It is a serious work of literature. He went to Iowa for an MFA right after we graduated in 1997. I'm really quite pleased for him. I didn't know him that well even though there were only ~62 people in my graduating class.
But tooling around and looking at old classmates prompted me to look for old boyfriends, something I have almost never done before -- mostly because I don't want to remember most of my old boyfriends. Poking about I found my last ex before David, sort of. He is a therapist, which worries me. The guy I was madly in love with and therefore refused to date who still makes me a little giddy, probably because I never dated him. There are two I never lost track of and they have the most hilarious photos. I saw the two I would most like to pretend I never dated in NYC last year. Both of them got fat, but hey so did I. One looked happy and I was glad for him, the other looked miserable and I was also glad about that. And I found a random hookup in college who I refused to sleep with again when he drove 1,800 miles to see me (without telling me - just showed up in my dorm) because I was in love with the guy I refused to date, even when he asked me. I love my current boring love life so much.
My first boyfriend? Nobody knows where he is. I can't find him. I don't think I actually want to find him, but I am kind of curious where he is in every sense of the word.
I did all this with my husband sleeping on one of my feet and Wooster cat sleeping on my other foot.
I think I have my old boyfriends on the brain because writing through Allie's (my main character, not
sundancekid!) refusal to see the point of romance is dredging up my past in funny ways.
But tooling around and looking at old classmates prompted me to look for old boyfriends, something I have almost never done before -- mostly because I don't want to remember most of my old boyfriends. Poking about I found my last ex before David, sort of. He is a therapist, which worries me. The guy I was madly in love with and therefore refused to date who still makes me a little giddy, probably because I never dated him. There are two I never lost track of and they have the most hilarious photos. I saw the two I would most like to pretend I never dated in NYC last year. Both of them got fat, but hey so did I. One looked happy and I was glad for him, the other looked miserable and I was also glad about that. And I found a random hookup in college who I refused to sleep with again when he drove 1,800 miles to see me (without telling me - just showed up in my dorm) because I was in love with the guy I refused to date, even when he asked me. I love my current boring love life so much.
My first boyfriend? Nobody knows where he is. I can't find him. I don't think I actually want to find him, but I am kind of curious where he is in every sense of the word.
I did all this with my husband sleeping on one of my feet and Wooster cat sleeping on my other foot.
I think I have my old boyfriends on the brain because writing through Allie's (my main character, not
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