I’m not sure how my brain got on the topic this week, but I decided to look up an ex-boyfriend online. People do this crap all the time, and I’m no different. I’ve been caught reminiscing in recent months, perhaps some sort of midlife crisis, and I wondered if he was even still in town.
Let me begin by saying that if not for this ex-boyfriend, I would not have my Better Half today.
For our intents, I’ll call him “Frog.” He was, and more than likely still is, a hockey nut and a huge Red Wings fan, as he is from Detroit. It was through him that I got into playing, and since I went into the league, I met Better Half, and ten years later we’re still going strong. I guess I owe Frog, and if I ever do see him, I’ll have to thank him for being that one critical step to a lifetime of happiness for me.
The whole thing, from start to end, was an anomaly for me. I never really looked for guys in bars, mostly because the good ones are taken in that pool, and those that are left are usually fuckups. Heartache always comes from a bf/gf picked from that pool. In terms of heartbreak, yes, that was true with him. But Frog pulled me out from my little prissy shell. In his arms, I became a woman.
It was New Years Eve, 1996: I went to a popular country bar hangout with a high school friend of mine, and during that night, ran into others I knew from high school, and we all had a blast. This was the last hurrah of the country scene as The Place To Be, and I enjoyed the hell out of it. That night, I couldn’t tell you exactly how I met Frog; I don’t remember–needless to say, I was a bit smashed–but I do remember that he and I were very simpatico from the first hello. So much so, in fact, that on impulse, at midnight at the end of the countdown, I leaned toward him and kissed him. (more…)
