Wednesday, March 10, 2004

Exes and writing

Had a drink or twelve with my favorite ex last night. Well, stopped counting at 12, anyway. Could someone please do something to ensure I don't make drunk phone calls? I obviously can't.

Anyway, Favorite Ex and I get together once or twice a year to get caught up. He's still lazy and into older women. I'm still flaky and not into dessert. Good to know some things never change.

We had a long talk about love, and specifically, why some people are afraid of it. Neither one of us understand the fear of a broken heart. I don't care if I get my heart broken - I know it's a fact of life and I also know I'll get over it. More often than not, it's worth it. What FE and I are both afraid of is getting so wrapped up in a relationship that we forget who we are. That's where my commitment phobia comes from.

FE and I agreed to meet back at the same spot in two year's time, finished novels in hand.

Fuck, now I have to write a novel.