Drop the torch ho.

First and foremost, I hope everyone had a wonderful thanksgiving, a happy holiday, and a wonderful new year. I took a small break from blogging and put in some overtime at work. A lot has happened since I discovered how much I want to date a vampire. I discovered that once you think high school problems are nothing but a glimmer in your memory--shit comes back with a vengeance. I think most of us believe that the events of our high school careers become irrelevant once we start making memories in college. I have learned that this is not the case. After all, childhood trauma can set in at any age; especially when you're a 10 year old acne ridden girl, with a high top fade. But, thats another story. Lately I have been thinking about my high school reunion. If high school didn't matter, then why orchestrate a party where everybody with their newly balding heads, their sagging nutsacks, droopy boobs, and pictures of their bad ass kids can come together and talk about all the "accomplishments" they've made. Phil, the class jock who was voted most likely to have a threesome, is now 40 pounds heavier--claiming that he is a bank executive when his ass really knows he works at the Visions credit union inside of Price Chopper. Lisa, the bumpy ugly chic with the mysterious hump on her back walks in looking like Naomi Campbell excited to tell everyone that her pro football player husband just bought them a villa in the Keys. Oh and the hump--just a bad habit of wearing her flannel over a bookbag.

But what if someone you knew from high school strikes you before the 10 year mark? And what if that person was the
love
of
your
life?
Well diggity dammit, the shit happened to me the day before thanksgiving. The last time I saw Lindonn, was at his house. It was my sophomore year in college, and he had a new born baby. The baby was so cute, but i freaked out and refused to hold her because it felt too weird. I hadn't spoken to him in years. When we started speaking again we picked up from where we left off. Our conversation melted like butter. We decided to link up and chill out.

Dude is married though. Which really puts a damper on the whole thing. I've done the whole married thing before, which really sucks once you get emotionally invested in someone who tries to convince you that they are unhappy in their marriage. The chemistry between Lindonn and I was even more obvious than it used to be and our hearts seemed to really call out to each other.

Recently, dude told me that he still loved me, but didn't want to drag me through the dirt of a rocky marriage that could potentially work itself out THUS leaving me in the dust.
So long story short, his wife calls me because she noticed a lot of outgoing calls on her husband's phone to my number. I hung up on that ho and kept it moving. Lindonn then procedes to call me demanding that i aplogize to his wife for hanging up on her.

PSSSH.

Moral of the story kids?
If she doesn't leave her husband, and if he doesn't leave his wife...either their still shagging one another or the set-up aint as bad as they're making it out to be. If ya'll have history--allow the history to remain as is and move on. Like Alicia Keys said "Its called the past cuz' i'm getting past and i ain't nothing like i was before." Besides dating a married person will get you burnt; if not burnt emotionally, then you'll probably get burnt somewhere you wipe gently with toilet paper.

I'm just sayin.