Introduction

It's started 4 years ago. I was single 23 year old workaholic, who loved 3 things - dating, working and partying.

My life was pretty great. I was young, hot and successful - I was the "it" girl when I met him.

He was a prince on a white horse. Well, actually he was a lawyer who I met on a "Body Sushi Party". Nonetheless, he was handsome, funny, down to earth guy, who I fell in love with from the first date.

As our relationship got stronger, more and more I thought that he was "The One". But unfortunately after 4 years of being together (3 of them - in one apartment) he cheated on me in our bed (I actually saw it) and left to another county, hoping to stay friends.


After couple of months of weeping and a month of hard core partying with some rebound sex. I decided to get my life back on track and become "happy single" again.


I have some tasks that I believe are going to help me achieving my goal:

1) Start playing drums again (yep, I used to play drums until I had to give them up for the sake of new career)

2) Work out at least every second day.

3) Stop going out more then twice a week, and stop getting drunk more then once a month.

4) Read a good book at least every second day, at least for 30min.

5) Stop looking for a guy to fulfill your life. No one likes needy.

And of course - write reports of progress in this blog. So, dear reader - if you exist...) In case this blog randomly ends, know that I fail.


P.S. Sorry for my English, I'm from Russia.

Friday, 1 March 2013

Day 6


So I did it, I called my ex...

Not because I was drunk or lonely, not because I wanted to come back to him, but because I thought that I wasn't angry any more and I could actually talk to him without getting emotional. He was really happy, because he is the friendliest person in the world and wants to be in good relationship with everyone. But after 2 minutes of conversation I realized that I don't have much to say to him any more. So I told him about my day and about my job offers (I have 2 by the way) and when he started to give me advices on how to handle my life, my first impulse was to hang up straight away, I simply didn't care for what he was going to say.

Is it possible? Can exes stay friends? Or it is just another bullshit that Hollywood tries to make us believe?
Of all men I used to date, there is only one guy that I can call friend and we were friends before going out, so I guess that's different.
I really didn't expect to feel what I felt. I thought it would be nice and interesting. Instead it was sad and disappointing. The fog has lifted, I didn't want him back in my life. It made me feel empty.

Looked at my photos 4 years ago, Gosh, I was skinny! Back to working out now!

Till tomorrow

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