Recoiled Exes

“There is a fine line between serendipity and stalking.”~
David Coleman

 

To the reader, this might seem like a post written out of frustration. And to that reader’s credit, they just might be right.

 

This morning at 1:45 local time, I had received an e-mail notification from the strangest of places.

 

Apparently someone was trying to send a message, using the social networking site of MySpace. MySpace of all places!!

 

The name attached seemed some how familiar. And I just couldn’t put my finger on it for hours. So in my terrible curiosity, I struggled to remember what in the world my password was for MySpace.

 

I had thought that the entire human race had left MySpace for Facebook and Google Plus. I thought that perhaps this message was spam. And I had believed that for a while. But it was because of the name of the person who had sent the message.

 

So then, I signed in. I could see a profile picture but it was small in size. And it wasn’t that good quality of a picture. I clicked on it, praying that it wasn’t full of a some kind of virus that was going to kill my computer.

 

And the message read as follows:

 

Hey there, I bet you didn’t think you’d hear from me again, didn’t ya stranger?

 

Hmmm….. who in the world are you???

 

And then it clicked. Glory, glory, did I figure out who this was. It was an ex-girlfriend that I had been with, back in Thomas Jefferson was President of the United States.

 

Okay, okay. Not THAT long ago. But it seems that long!

 

Once I figured out who she was, I sat there staring at the profile picture. She looked nothing like from what I remembered of her. A lot of her physique had changed and what not.

 

To put a little better perspective to my readers, this is the ex that I had thought was a part of the previous blog post, “Pornography Surprises”. Relieved to say, that by viewing the MySpace profile pic and remembering what I saw- it couldn’t be her. It could not be my ex.

 

Suddenly the one important question came to mind: Why in the world is she bothering me?

 

A question I still haven’t figured out. And it may be an answer that I will never get. But allow me to TRY to look at it just a little bit more optimistic.

 

It could be that she’s only wanting to see how I am doing now. I haven’t heard from her in about nine years.

 

A couple of years after the break-up, she wrote me a letter but had no idea that I had moved. So when her letter got forwarded to me, I was just going to throw the letter away. But I was told that if I did not want to hear from her again, that I should write her and tell her so. So I did. I wrote a letter back to her stating that life was good and that I had moved to another state and good-bye. (Most of my close and personal friends know that I don’t say that!)

 

So then she wrote another letter, having faith that it would get forwarded to me again. She had to, because I never wrote a return address on the envelope. Her letter had her frustrated because I didn’t supply her with the current address. And she didn’t seem like she was willing to accept the fact that #1- I was TOTALLY over it all. #2- I had no desire to speak with her ever again for as long as I lived.

 

That as I said, was nine years ago. And now she has seemed to have found me via MySpace. Something that I know that I personally don’t use any more. I’ve probably not willingly signed in to MySpace in what- three years?

 

As I looked about the ex’s MySpace profile it appeared as if she had just joined. She had ONE friend, and had an “updated status” only an hour before.

 

Well, I just don’t know. I honestly don’t. But it is evident that she’s unable to take a hint. If she believes that just because nine years have passed since my letter expressing to her that I did not want to talk to her, that  had perhaps changed? She would be totally wrong.

 

In my opinion, there’s simply nothing to talk about. Other than the past. And it wasn’t that great back then. I’m willing to face the error that I made, and learn not to make the same mistake. I cannot speak for her.

 

It drives me a little nuts to figure out what she wants. Clearly the only way to find out is to ask, and if it is conversation she wants… I don’t want it. So then, I’d open the flood gates to self-produced misery.

 

I will say this: If she continues to attempt to contact me, then I am absolutely bound and determined NOT to be nice. I’ve tried the cordial exit, and she just decided to recoil after all these years.

 

Enough should be enough.

 

I shall release the proverbial hounds and what will be, will be.