I didn't get a chance to really mention it, but yesterday's entries were made from a friend's house in Columbus. E and I went there over the weekend for a belated birthday bash. I had so much more to say, but so little time, so here it is now.
ISA
It was nice getting reacquainted with several old friends, and make a couple of new ones. I swear even someone I thought was an ice queen seemed nicer. There's always something about being surrounded in a circle of warmth and love.
However, there was one person in particular that I could've lived without seeing: E's ex-boyfriend, let's call him MR. THOMAS. Now, MR. THOMAS really isn't a bad guy, but I'm convinced that he's the sort of guy I would've kept at arm's length anyway, even if he had no connection to me at all. Kinda snooty and intellectually arrogant, he's the kind of person who makes annoying comment after annoying comment that you're fine with initially but sort of grates more and more on your nerves until you finally just want to lash out with your AK-47 and take out everyone in the room.
I have a personal theory about MR. THOMAS based on my observations him as well as my exposure to the GLBT community throughout the time I spent working in the mental health field. I've been reluctant to share these with E, because she'd probably think that such observations are the product of being blinded by the alpha-male gene.
In any case, my skills at being deceptively civil were in full effect that night. That whole day in fact. He and a friend of his accompanied E and me at the Museum of Art to see a Buddhist art exhibition. E brought it up in conversation while we drove down there. Once again, I made my feelings on the matter rather plain and she actually cried just at the thought of me going through any awkwardness. I tried to reassure her that there was no real awkwardness. Yes, there was the slight discomfort of having to act deceptively friendly and warm. I would be more comfortable -- and in fact was very comfortable -- being on the other side of the room where I don't have to interact with him. No, I don't want to hurt the man (unless he steps out of line) and if I should ever happen to see him, say, fall off an ocean liner, I'd gladly and quickly throw him a life preserver. (And, that's it.)
DALAWA
I wanted to share these with another friend of E's who was at the party who voiced her still-active dislike for MR. THOMAS. Now, although this sort of met with E's disapproval when I told her about it later, I voiced my own dislike with the sole purpose of winning this friend of hers over a little more.
I've known for awhile that a lot of people were quite pissed at MR. THOMAS over his treatment of E which, in short, was basically immature. Apparently, though, MR. THOMAS still isn't exactly Mr. Popular. Most of the people at that party were closer friends of his at one time or another. But, I got the distinct impression that aside from the people he actually brought with him, some (like me) tolerated his presence for E's sake.
TATLO
One of the better reunions was with a certain friend of mine of Irish origin by the name of Jameson. Ah, one day, I'll have to introduce you to my other friend Mr. Daniels.
APAT
You know you're really close friends with someone when she shows you and your girlfriend photos of a nude session taken by her husband.
LIMA
I wish I could've taken some time to hang with DATU B and DATU S at the Arnold Battle of Columbus where DATU S was scheduled to compete. Eh, well, there's always next year. Maybe I'll work up the courage to compete in forms.
ANIM
E was so happy to get back to our old stomping grounds. Well, most of them were our individual stomping grounds at different times before we knew each other, but that was part of the initial cool-ness of our relationship.
ISA
It was nice getting reacquainted with several old friends, and make a couple of new ones. I swear even someone I thought was an ice queen seemed nicer. There's always something about being surrounded in a circle of warmth and love.
However, there was one person in particular that I could've lived without seeing: E's ex-boyfriend, let's call him MR. THOMAS. Now, MR. THOMAS really isn't a bad guy, but I'm convinced that he's the sort of guy I would've kept at arm's length anyway, even if he had no connection to me at all. Kinda snooty and intellectually arrogant, he's the kind of person who makes annoying comment after annoying comment that you're fine with initially but sort of grates more and more on your nerves until you finally just want to lash out with your AK-47 and take out everyone in the room.
I have a personal theory about MR. THOMAS based on my observations him as well as my exposure to the GLBT community throughout the time I spent working in the mental health field. I've been reluctant to share these with E, because she'd probably think that such observations are the product of being blinded by the alpha-male gene.
In any case, my skills at being deceptively civil were in full effect that night. That whole day in fact. He and a friend of his accompanied E and me at the Museum of Art to see a Buddhist art exhibition. E brought it up in conversation while we drove down there. Once again, I made my feelings on the matter rather plain and she actually cried just at the thought of me going through any awkwardness. I tried to reassure her that there was no real awkwardness. Yes, there was the slight discomfort of having to act deceptively friendly and warm. I would be more comfortable -- and in fact was very comfortable -- being on the other side of the room where I don't have to interact with him. No, I don't want to hurt the man (unless he steps out of line) and if I should ever happen to see him, say, fall off an ocean liner, I'd gladly and quickly throw him a life preserver. (And, that's it.)
DALAWA
I wanted to share these with another friend of E's who was at the party who voiced her still-active dislike for MR. THOMAS. Now, although this sort of met with E's disapproval when I told her about it later, I voiced my own dislike with the sole purpose of winning this friend of hers over a little more.
I've known for awhile that a lot of people were quite pissed at MR. THOMAS over his treatment of E which, in short, was basically immature. Apparently, though, MR. THOMAS still isn't exactly Mr. Popular. Most of the people at that party were closer friends of his at one time or another. But, I got the distinct impression that aside from the people he actually brought with him, some (like me) tolerated his presence for E's sake.
TATLO
One of the better reunions was with a certain friend of mine of Irish origin by the name of Jameson. Ah, one day, I'll have to introduce you to my other friend Mr. Daniels.
APAT
You know you're really close friends with someone when she shows you and your girlfriend photos of a nude session taken by her husband.
LIMA
I wish I could've taken some time to hang with DATU B and DATU S at the Arnold Battle of Columbus where DATU S was scheduled to compete. Eh, well, there's always next year. Maybe I'll work up the courage to compete in forms.
ANIM
E was so happy to get back to our old stomping grounds. Well, most of them were our individual stomping grounds at different times before we knew each other, but that was part of the initial cool-ness of our relationship.
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