This past week I found out that the guy I dated last summer is getting married…NEXT WEEKEND.
I don’t think I ever really blogged about it because I was hurt and not in a let’s-defense-mechanism-joke-about-it mood. Quick synopsis:
Remember when I was “Officially Homeless?” Well I did stay with my mom for a few days but then got offered a sweet deal to stay up at Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire for as long as I wanted for FREE. It was AHHHMAZING! My cousin was up there with his wife (then girlfriend…I wasn’t invited to the wedding for reasons you’ll understand in a moment) and had invited me out to play on his boat. It was great fun; we went to college together and his best friend who we also went to college ended up joining us. We also ended up all having dinner together; my cousin, his parents, the wife, the guy, and my dad. The guy showed up on his flashy wakeboarding boat and my dad’s like, “Who the hell are you?” It was pretty hilarious and from then on Dad went around referring to him as “Boat Boy.” After dinner they took me out and we all had a great night getting trashed on the town. Boat Boy and I made out on his boat and passed out on the cushions until it started raining. It was a great time. Anyway…we had a great weekend and a great few weeks after that until I left for school.
So what’s the catch? He seems like a great guy? Boat Boy had just broken up with his girlfriend of FIVE YEARS. It was a very strange story…they got engaged, broke that off, then broke up officially in July just a few weeks before our encounter. It was clear there was some emotional baggage but since I was already driving the emotional baggage train, I figured a few more bags wouldn’t hurt. I don’t 100% remember exactly what happened but I ended up telling him to call me in six months when he got his shit together. When someone says that to you, you never really expect them to take you seriously.
Fast forward to February at which time I got an email titled “Six Months.” Dude…totally unnecessary. You could’ve just let it all lie, no need to bring up the past, I figured you’d moved on anyway. Boat Boy explained that he said he’d get in touch in six months and so here he was…getting in touch. He also explained that he and the ex had since reconciled and were back together very happy and all this other stuff that made me want to vomit on myself. Boat Boy hoped all was well with me and hoped he’d see me at the cousins wedding in June. GUESS WHO WASN’T INVITED TO THE WEDDING?!?!?! THIS GIRL!!!! Ha. I guess they were assuming that ex-finance-now-girlfriend-again would’ve flipped her shit and made a scene with my presence so I was crossed off the list. Cold. I’m family damnit.
My dad was up at the lake this past week and I told him to get the scoop for me. Not that I even want to date Boat Boy, I’m just curious ya know? Dad was nice enough to inform me (and I quote), “NH news Boat Boy wedding next Sat. Still time to homewreck. xoxo” WHAT?! HE’S GETTING FUCKING MARRIED?! They just freaking broke up and got back together!!!! Shotgun wedding anyone?!?!?! But I mean what do I know about relationships and making things work…I’m still single. I do love how my dad put in the “still time to homewreck” plug. He clearly has faith that I could easily bring it down in flames…thanks for the support Dad…love you!
And so Boat Boy…congratulations. I am just SO happy for you. I say all of this with the utmost sarcasm because we all know in my head I’m thinking: