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So, sit back for a moment and imagine meeting your old love. Now imagine your face, red and puffy like a broiled tomato, two small, hard, raisin eyes. If the swelling and the irritation weren't bad enough, somewhere on the flight across the country my immune system had begun to respond to the procedure the way it does to an extreme sun burn, by forming a fever blister.
So why do my exes and I choose to remain in each others' lives? Why not cut each other off after a breakup and move on? The reason is simple: If I've spent months or years loving someone, I see no good reason to throw away a prized friendship just because our romance fizzled.
Does anybody else attending your wedding know that you and the guy they're seated beside used to do more than just Algebra homework together down in his basement after school? Just wondering.
I decided to interview my ex-boyfriend for his perspective on my coming out. We always hear what it's like for the gay person, but there are countless ex-girlfriends, ex-boyfriends, ex-spouses, and ex-lovers who are left reeling from the shock of the lies. This is his side of the story.
Building a friendship off a breakup sucks. It's like slowly ripping a Band Aid off the hairiest arm in the world. But never have I experienced anything so conducive to my personal growth.
When I'd seen SpeakeasyDC's call for stories of love, misguided or otherwise, I knew I had plenty to say about misguided love. But I had not signed up to boogie in public, nor had I focused on the "notes not allowed" edict.
I love the recent changes to the Times Wedding Announcements because they reflect New York as it truly is -- a city full of different kinds of people. The changes could go further. I have some suggestions.
