Men

So, the other day I ran into someone from my past. This particular someone being a person that I may or may not have lied to and told him I was moving to Boston, in order to end whatever it was we were doing. The same person who I kept running into after I apparently was supposed to be living on the other side of the country. Anyways, its been like over six years since I saw this person.

So, imagine my surprise when I am working and someone grabs my arm, and says, "Oh my gosh! Its you!" He then proceeded to hug me and kiss my cheeks like not even one day had passed. And then he looked me in the eyes and said, "Just because I don't move mountains, doesn't mean I don't care for you. I just think the world of you." He then sent me a text that said "Let's make sure we kiss tonight..xoxo." Six years, people.

Cut to Monday night.. Its "dinner and movie night" for me and the Captain. The Captain being my pain in the ass for the last five years. I walk into his house as he is making dinner, and he proceeds to call me a "Junior Shiloh".. Shiloh being his dog who is pretty much blind and always in the way. And then on the way to the movie, he thinks he's being funny when he calls me "Gayme" or "Lamie" and when I tell him that I am tired, his response is, "Why? You didn't even do anything active today!". Five years, people.

Is it just me, or do I choose the wrong men?