Not sure if I mentioned that about a few weeks ago I found out that the guy I liked, infatuated ( my London guy), got married? Well he did...at least that is what I heard from a second source.
I'm bummed by this news despite the fact that he and I didn't even keep in touch that much, I think the last time I talked to him was at New Year's and that too, I didn't even know it was him ( he called to wish me a happy New Year and I was like "who is this?").
Lately all I can do is think about him...and how perfect my life would have been if only he had seen what a great catch I was (yes in my imaginations I am a great catch). Our lives would have been exactly what I wanted, close circle of friends, warm home, smart, funny kids (like a tv sitcom).
What is wrong with me?! Is this normal when you hear a so-called ex has moved on...found someone else?
I feel like Sally in that movie...When Harry Met Sally, when she cries about how the boyfriend who told her he would never get married - gets married, to another girl. You suddenly feel inadequate, though in my case....rumor has it that he married a distant relative, family pressure. Is it wrong that I hope this girl is a witch and ugly?
Right, classes start tomorrow, so my brain will be focused elsewhere...one can pray, no?