On the way to my interview today (with Starcom, which I think [knock wood, cross fingers, avoid black cats, etc.] went really well), I ran into my ex-girlfriend, who I haven’t talked to in at least two months.
It actually wasn’t bad, it was just very odd circumstances. I was all dressed up for my interview, in a nice outfit with earrings (which I fucking never wear) and a nice necklace, as opposed to my usual spiky one. She knows I feel like I’m in drag when I look like this.
But it was nice to see her and know that she hasn’t fallen off the face of the earth or anything. There was sort of an unspoken, “Well, I’m glad things are going well for you, but other than that, I couldn’t care less” vibe coming from both of us.
It was nice to see her, but it was also nice that it only lasted a couple minutes. Caught up, boom, done. This is how all my relationships with people I don’t feel like talking to most of the time should be.
And I probably still won’t talk to her much, since we really have nothing in common anymore, and thus not much to talk about. Well, it’s not like we had that much in common when we were going out, but it’s definitely a lot less now.
I guess this is what you get for having a small, incestuous campus. Go, U Northwestern…