“Have you met anyone cute recently?” one of my friends asked me on the phone the other day. “No, I’m too busy,” I replied. And while that is the truth, my loyal readers and close friends will know I’m not really trying to make the time either. As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, I would much rather spend time hanging out with my friends, then dating another loser. I mean, someone who isn’t well suited for me..
So since I have no new prospects, I will entertain you with another one of my exes. I recently introduced you to Ketchup Boy, but I have many more to amuse you with. I don’t know why, but today I started thinking about Mr. Twin Bed. I dated Mr. Twin Bed when I was 27 and he was in his mid-late thirties. To be honest I’ve never been much for dating older guys, but it appeared to be one of those instant chemistry things.
He was tall and I thought him to be very cute. One of my friends at the time introduced us. I still remember feeling that spark within a few seconds of conversation. To be honest, I should have run the other way right away. He was a TV reporter which, sorry to all of my friends who are, can be very difficult to date. Again, no offense meant, but many of them tend very self-involved and a little bit crazy, okay a lot crazy in some cases. When we dated, we spent more time breaking up then we spent being together. He always had some excuse about how too much was going on in his life and he couldn’t be a good boyfriend…
He once even broke up with me a day before my birthday. He called me to come over after work and gave me a foot massage and said all of this super sweet things to me, then dumped me. And I, having not quite achieved Miss Attitude-level confidence in my life, still allowed him to come to my birthday bash. But you see, none of this was the big red flag. To be honest there were tons of red flags I ignored, but none quite as bright and waving as boldly as this one. He slept in a TWIN BED! A TWIN BED! A man in his 30s. Oh and did I mention he’s over six-foot tall? Seriously!
Okay, it wasn’t a race car twin bed, only a regular wood one. But still! In the beginning he gave me some lame excuse about how he wanted his piano in the bedroom and couldn’t fit a bigger bed there too. Although why the piano couldn’t go in the living room astounded me. And while to this day the jury is still out as to whether he was gay and in denial, just an odd bird or if he “just wasn’t that into me”, I’ll tell you one thing I know for sure. I should have run the other way the minute I saw the twin bed.
Stylishly yours,
Miss Attitude
I should have known when the name Mr. Twin Bed came up it was going to be a great one! That photo of the racing car bed just cracks me up! Unless he is Billy Joel there is no need for a piano in the bedroom!
great post, excellently written. wow i think this is the first time i’ve ever commented on your blog
It’s amazing how we look back on our exes and marvel at how we coulda woulda shoulda done things differently. I never thought much about writing about my exes, having been in a committed then married relationship for 12.5 years. This post may inspire some Meet the Exes posts of my own.
Oy! A 30 something man with a twin bed = commitmentphobe. It says, “Sorry, there’s not enough room for you to spend the night, soooo…..see ya! Kthxby!”
As cajunvegan says, the “Meet the Exes” posts could be interesting….we could do them on a weekly basis!
XOXOXO
I love the idea cajunvegan and perpstu. “Meet the Exes Mondays” maybe? I’m sure some bloggers of the male persuasion may want to join in!
You know, now that I think about it, an ex of mine had a twin bed…
Oddly enough we were together for almost 2 years…and slept in that twin bed the entire time! We did look into getting a queen at one time, but then we decided we probably wouldn’t have sex as much….ahhh the old days….
Oh well…it would’ve been *really* funny if he did have the race car bed!
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