Just, you know, FYI . . .

WR and I have broken up.

It was all very civil and friendly-like, on account of I had already gotten most of the crying out of my system already. Things had been rocky for a while and we both realized it was time to call it.

Also, it feels a bit liberating and hopeful to realize that it's meant to be better than this--that we're meant to be happier than we have been these past few months. And it feels good to know that I will feel that way eventually, even though I'm sad that it couldn't be with WR.

Only this is not the place for the badmouthing of WR, so please nobody do it or I'll have to get all censory on you. We're still friends, we still have all the same friends, he reads this blog, and I'm not about to make this into some big dramatic sides-taking thing when it just isn't. This is me taking the high road and being a mature and self-actualized individual. If there are things you feel you must say, my email address is in my profile.

Of course, now I'm becoming reacquainted with the brick-sucking crap that is being single. For the past 7 months I've had this protective buffer where it didn't matter that the world is full of idiot men because I didn't actually have to have any dealings with them. Now it DOES matter again. A lot.

A random guy called up and asked me out and I couldn't just say, "Sorry, I'm dating someone." I had to say, "Sorry, I just ended a relationship and I'm sort of a mess right now and not at all interested in dating, but thank you." This didn't make a dent with this man, who then went on to ask if it matters to me that he's 40 years old. And shorter than me. And crazy. And could he call me next month, then.

A guy I've never even met before just out of nowhere walked up to me yesterday while I was making a sandwich (a big group of us were at a friend's for lunch). Without even saying hello or introducing himself he demanded that I tell him how old I am. He has no idea how close I came to using my tomato-slicing knife on a completely different set of globular surfaces right then. As it was, he must have sensed danger when I snarled, "Why do you want to know?" He didn't come near me the rest of the day. Smart lad.

On the bright side, my blog should start making for some better reading. Because I'm pretty sure that the Bitter Spinster version of me is more entertaining than the blissfully-happy-in-love version, or the miserable-and-insecure-in-slowly-dying-relationship version.

Bring it on.


The McCulloch Family said... [reply]

I look forward to this!

Nemesis said... [reply]

Yep. I do it all for you, My Dear Readers.

amyjane said... [reply]

You may be on to something--you already sound more like you than you have in a long time!

kristen said... [reply]

So sorry to hear the news :( At least you have a good attitude and you haven't lost your sense of humor.

I too look forward to more entertaining blogs (not that they haven't been).

Mary said... [reply]

To the brave, smart, hilarious, witty Nemesis: wishing you all the best.

Love, A Dear Reader

Kelly said... [reply]

So sorry about the break up.

But being a spinster can be fun. You get to have lots of cats and scare the neighborhood children with your big creepy house and flapping black lace shawls.

I am glad that you are taking care of yourself and doing what needed to be done for you.


Lady Steed said... [reply]

So sorry to hear this.

I went to your blog this morning, read your fisrt sentence and shouted, 'WHAT?!' Because just last night, as Theric and I were driving home, we were talking about you and WR and wondering how that was going. And then I read your post and get my answer. It was a shock.

But it sounds like it was for the best, so that's good.

Glad you went to the dance. Will we get to see pics of you all dolled up?

Squirrel Boy said... [reply]

Being bitter and single automatically makes you funny. I lost a significant amount of my funny when I became one of those happy not-single people. It's just the price you have to pay.

Julie said... [reply]

Really sorry to hear that things didn't work out for you two. Glad you are ready to move on, and glad you so obviously aren't ready to snap up just any man who comes up to you. What is it with some of these guys?

I wonder if perhaps you have a future teaching men how to behave? Like some kind of finishing school for young men? That is if the bitter spinster librarian thing doesn't come off!

Stupidramblings said... [reply]

This is your average-looking friend, Stupid.

To find out what this means, please visit me here.

Too bad about the relationship thingy. It will all iron out fine. In the meantime, I look forward to your renewed vinegary efforts.

Miss Hass said... [reply]

I'm so sorry. I hope my bad luck hasn't migrated across the pond...

But I might be the tiniest bit happy that the real you is back.

Kit said... [reply]

C'est dommage mais c'est mieux je crois d'apres ton message. Mais, quand tu veux parler, dit-le moi.

redlaw said... [reply]

Wait a second...we're speaking french on here now?

Mais bon, personne me disaient que Nem peut parler francais....

Oh well, always the last to know these things. Don't worry Nem, our adoring fans need people like you and me to stay single so that we can keep them laughing...um, not that people laugh at me either way but well, I just wanted to fit myself into the group hug you have going on here...

Cicada said... [reply]

You know that your real boyfriend has always been Horatio Hornblower anyway, and he is safely with me. And, you know, I'm still dating someone and all, so I won't be stealing HH any time soon.

Horatio Hornblower said... [reply]

I love you most passionately, and I would fight for your honor! Fight to the death for your honor! I love you! I love you! I love you!

Nemesis said... [reply]

Thanks to everyone for being so nice an' all. And a special thanks to Horatio for making me snort my orange juice.

ambrosia ananas said... [reply]

I'm sorry. But props to you on being all mature about it. (Not that I'd expect anything less from you.)

blackjazz said... [reply]

As a newcomer to this blog, may I say publicly (and I don't think you can get much more public than the internet) that I enjoy the witty style of writing coming from Miss Nemesis? When you've finished learning about the dewey decimal system, you should put pen to paper seriously.

I promise not to be offended when you gently mock the English. We deserve it.

CoolMom said... [reply]

What happened to my comment? I commented this morning and now it's gone? How perverse. WR's parents would've appreciated it.

Fraggle said... [reply]

Bah! and there was me planning what I'd wear to the wedding ;)

Tell WR he should tell his side of the story, maybe then he'd blog something this year!

I'm glad you two are still friends. I'd hate to have my allegiance to WR mean I'd have pick sides and, like, not talk to you next time I'm up that way.

JB said... [reply]

Sorry to hear it. Thanks for letting us know, though. That way those of us who don't know you as well don't just have to guess what's going on. Glad to hear it wasn't a nasty breakup.

chosha said... [reply]

Wow, that's sad. Not because you broke up, because it sounds like that was wise (if you could see it wasn't happy and good) but I guess because I'm not there to see it all in person it was easy for me to assume everything was all nice and fairy tale-ish.

For the record I'd rather have you happy than us entertained, but if stinging humour helps get you back to you, then I'll enjoy going along for the ride.

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