Dating the Ex

So here you are, you've got this great new girl, and it's just the two of you, in your bubble, alone...with her ex-girlfriend. What the hell do you do with that?

Here's the thing. We started this whole thing about a month ago, when the two of them were still dating, so I guess I'm not entirely blameless in this. Dramam ensued, the ex was let go, and this is the easy part right? Where my new girl and I stare into each other's eyes, bask in the sunshine, and summon butterflies to land on our hands and shoulders. Sounds nice doesn't it? Would sound a whole lot nicer if the cellphone wasn't signalling a new text message from guess who.

I get that we all have stuff we need to deal with at the end, and beginning, of relationships. Parents, schedules, amphetamine addictions, what have you. Right now, I just want to be dealing with Kate (that's my chickie-boo's name) and dealing with us and getting to know each other. I could do without the flowers that Exy sent (I find that if you add a "y" to the end of anything, it makes it cuter...less harmless...almost fluffy...). Or the e-mails...the phone calls during sex...often...

Now don't get me wrong, I'm the supportive type...the one you can talk to, about anything. Five in the morning, I'll get in my car, drive to the 24 hr. drug mart and buy you that decongestant so you can sleep. And yes, I want you to be able to talk to me about..."her"...but damn, I'm human and someone, somewhere is aching for a kick in the teeth (not Exy though, too crazy aggressive...I'm gonna aim for like the members of Simple Plan...or those chicks who stare at me funny when I use the Girls bathroom...).

Okay, aggression gone. And I know it's gonna be okay. 'Cause either it's gonna work out for us, or it just wasn't meant to be. How very Zen of me.

Until then, I'm just gonna keep being my same old charming, helpful self...who sometimes stretches my kicking leg, you know, just in case.