Oh the irony.  

SAtongueStud 35M
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1/26/2006 1:03 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Oh the irony.

So last night, I first managed to accidentally dump my ashtray all over the stove. Way to go me.

Let's clarify: This is the ashtray that I empty like once every two weeks. It's a bowl shaped super thick ceramic dish that probably holds half a pint - and it was about half full.


So my date got to my place and we ate real quick and headed to the show. Lenny Kravitz was sick, so Sexto Sol was opening. They were alright, but not that great. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

So we find a place to park, and we get out and are skipping along and laughing and generally having a good time. And then I hear it.

You know, when you hear a voice you haven't heard in a long time, but you know whose it is?

I heard her laugh - and a targetting zoom lens like in the movies flashed onto my vision. My head started to move to immediately acquire her location. About 1.5 seconds later, I saw her, maybe 10-15 feet from where I was. And she saw me.

That's right, MY EX was at the fucking Aerosmith concert. Not only that, but she and her husband had arrived at EXACTLY THE SAME TIME AS MY DATE AND I. What are the fucking chances. 10,000 people were in that arena, and the one that I have to see is my ex. What the hell?

She whispered to her husband, and turned back forwards and started like powerwalking as fast as she could. I laughed and squeezed my date's hand.

"Do you know who that is?" I muttered.
"Do you know who that is?" and I gestured with our clasped hands in her general direction.
"My ex."
"Shit. She's skinnier than I remember."

It was weird, I'd been dreading seeing her again ever since the last time. I was always afraid that I'd go talk to her and truth be told, I don't think I'd mind it - but I wouldn't subject her new man or my companion to that. All this did was make me laugh - I'm over her now, completely. Sure I miss her from time to time, but it's more in the way that I miss hanging out with one of my guy friends than missing my ex. I couldn't stop laughing, "What are the fucking chances? 10,000 people, and she gets here at the same time as me, she doesn't even LIVE here anymore."

I clearly am feeling liberated by the event. The banshee has no hold on me anymore. I didn't think about her at all through the concert, and she didn't invade my dreams either. No sir, thank you. I dreamt instead about crazy sex. But that's for MY viewing pleasure. Although if I successfully pull it off tonight, I'll post it.

The show rocked serious crazy nuts. We were way up even higher than I thought, but that arena is small enough you can't be too far away. My date said she finally understands why girls go gaga over Steven Tyler, and I think I do too. It was loud, and we had a good time. My date was funny because she gets really quiet and stare-y at concerts apparently. I thought she wasn't having fun, but she was. We had to sit in the parking lot for about 30 minutes, and then drove home and promptly passed out.

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