Testing the waters

The Ex Ex, the old live-in, the one I haven't seen in almost two years, e-mailed me out of the blue last week, "just to catch up." Then, and I knew this would happen! Once I responded, he texted me about getting coffee sometime. Well. Sure.

Mostly out of curiosity, and perhaps to make your day that much more interesting post reading this, I accepted (oh yes, I give myself credit for your successful internet experience, I do. You didn't know my narcissism is quite agiven, just as my oh-so-special and caustic brand of sarcasm? No?). Sure, I'll have coffee with you, ex live-in.

I specifically wanted to have coffee, and just coffee, because there are not enough vodka tonics to justify falling back into that.

And we met, and, just to clear this up to all parties, he's exactly the same. Loud, obnoxious, cocky.

So that's done.

Coffee was fine. I've changed tremendously since he last saw me, switching to black coffee and all, so I think he may have been in some kind of shock. There were remarks. And the entire time, I was waiting for him to tell me that he's engaged, he's adopted an Asian baby, he has joined the seminary (should that be capitalized? Hmm.). You don't just randomly e-mail someone. You don't. Especially your former live-in girlfriend. There is always a reason. And I wanted to know said reason.

It was all pretty standard stuff, him talking my ear off, me listening and realizing just how much my demeanor has changed. Being around him took me back to The Beginning of us four years ago. If I think I'm manic now, then whoa. I wouldn't have wanted to know me then.

So, yes, standard stuff, then his latest live-in moving out comes up, and AHA! here we go. They're technically "on a break." But he actually said that when I left him, when I walked out two years ago, it was months before he could function. And with her, he doesn't really care (this is all in his cocky, oversure voice, of course.). Honesty, on a his level at least. Bizarre. His cocky-but-I'm-wounded honesty. And her clothes are still in the closet and they are sharing custody of their golden retriever. We certainly didn't have a dog. And my stuff was out within days. I told him perhaps the gradual part of it made a difference, because I am not trying to go back down that road, but what is he saying? What's he not saying?