This weekend we went out to dinner (Buca di Beppo, where the waiter thought our group had ordered too much food and we proved him wrong, wrong and also WRONG) and a movie (Pirates of the Caribbean #3, which was awesome and featured a strangely hot Orlando Bloom) with a group of friends to celebrate Freckles' birthday (I gave her a super adorable purse, and also gave myself one from the same collection, because I have NO CONTROL when it comes to purses). It was really a rollicking good time, featuring conversations about sinking boats at Disneyland and certified mail for crackheads. It also featured a really good hair nught for me, which led to yet another picture where I look downright adorable and my husband looks completely smarmy and leering. That seems to be our photgraph M.O. these days.
Anyway, since it was opening weekend of POTC (as the hip kids will call it in their text messages), we had to stand and wait in line for our seats. In a very long line, which wound in front of like 5 other theaters. And the theater closest to where we were standing was playing Shrek 3 (which I do not need to go see because my mother will buy it, as she does every other animated movie aimed at children) (I do not know why she does that, she just does), so there were tons of parents coming through herding children.
I heard a guy say "Just follow Mom, please" in a somewhat exasperated yet totally familiar voice as he corraled two young girls. And as I looked up at him, I realized that the guy was Todd. Todd, the guy I shared a 3 year on again/off again, very dramatic, very dysfunctional relationship that ended quite spectacularly in a scene filled with yelling, crying and even throwing of books (and later, metric tons of guilt being thrown by both sides, culminating in an ill-advised 6 months of "secretly" sleeping together and pretending our friends didn't know). I haven't talked to Todd since 2003, when he hit on me after we'd hung out with a group of mutual friends at a bar (right after which I shot him down, since I was, of course, already with Kevin at that point). I've heard updates through the grapevine though, so I knew he'd gotten at least partial custody of his daughter, and that he'd gotten married last June (and yes, I did take a little too much glee in knowing that I got married before him, ha ha!).
Anyway, by the time I realized it was him, he'd already walked past us so I couldn't stop him and introduce him to my (totally way more awesome than him) husband and (really more entertaining than his were) friends. Kevin didn't even manage to get a glimpse of him before he was gone. Eh, it's probably just as well. It's not like we'd have anything to talk about anyway.
But it was strange, having that bit of my past walk by like that. And it wasn't a tiny bit of the past; Todd and I were living together when we broke up. He was my first real relationship out of college and when he left me, I thought I would be alone for the rest of my life. I realize now that he was my practice relationship. We were impossibly bad for each other, and we spent so much time trying to make ourselves fit together that we couldn't see that. Doesn't mean I don't still want to stick my tongue out at him and go "Nyah, nyah! I'm way better off without you!", but that is because I am essentially a 12 year old holding a grudge when it comes to Todd.
So really, it's just as well that we didn't actually speak with each other. I would have hated to regress like that in front of my friends. Besides, I think the child herding and having to sit through Shrek 3 on a Saturday night was probably karma enough for him.
Anyway, since it was opening weekend of POTC (as the hip kids will call it in their text messages), we had to stand and wait in line for our seats. In a very long line, which wound in front of like 5 other theaters. And the theater closest to where we were standing was playing Shrek 3 (which I do not need to go see because my mother will buy it, as she does every other animated movie aimed at children) (I do not know why she does that, she just does), so there were tons of parents coming through herding children.
I heard a guy say "Just follow Mom, please" in a somewhat exasperated yet totally familiar voice as he corraled two young girls. And as I looked up at him, I realized that the guy was Todd. Todd, the guy I shared a 3 year on again/off again, very dramatic, very dysfunctional relationship that ended quite spectacularly in a scene filled with yelling, crying and even throwing of books (and later, metric tons of guilt being thrown by both sides, culminating in an ill-advised 6 months of "secretly" sleeping together and pretending our friends didn't know). I haven't talked to Todd since 2003, when he hit on me after we'd hung out with a group of mutual friends at a bar (right after which I shot him down, since I was, of course, already with Kevin at that point). I've heard updates through the grapevine though, so I knew he'd gotten at least partial custody of his daughter, and that he'd gotten married last June (and yes, I did take a little too much glee in knowing that I got married before him, ha ha!).
Anyway, by the time I realized it was him, he'd already walked past us so I couldn't stop him and introduce him to my (totally way more awesome than him) husband and (really more entertaining than his were) friends. Kevin didn't even manage to get a glimpse of him before he was gone. Eh, it's probably just as well. It's not like we'd have anything to talk about anyway.
But it was strange, having that bit of my past walk by like that. And it wasn't a tiny bit of the past; Todd and I were living together when we broke up. He was my first real relationship out of college and when he left me, I thought I would be alone for the rest of my life. I realize now that he was my practice relationship. We were impossibly bad for each other, and we spent so much time trying to make ourselves fit together that we couldn't see that. Doesn't mean I don't still want to stick my tongue out at him and go "Nyah, nyah! I'm way better off without you!", but that is because I am essentially a 12 year old holding a grudge when it comes to Todd.
So really, it's just as well that we didn't actually speak with each other. I would have hated to regress like that in front of my friends. Besides, I think the child herding and having to sit through Shrek 3 on a Saturday night was probably karma enough for him.
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Yeah, so apparently it's "Run into your Ex" week; oddly enough mine was also a Todd.
"I'm gettin' really sick of guys named Todd." -- George Carlin
This is really freaking wierd. Yesterday, out of the blue, my old friend from high school, TODD, looked me up on Facebook!
Okay... That's just funny. Congrads on your better Karma.
-Sam
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