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15 October 2007 @ 12:23 am
Twenty minutes.  
It's amazing how twenty minutes can really muck up your entire day.
That happened to me this weekend, and it's the reason why there was no Sunday strip up at Dominic Deegan.

Basically here's what happened... when my ladyfriend and I moved to Texas we put a lot of our stuff in my parents' basement. When we went our separate ways, I took my stuff out of that basement. She hadn't had a chance to fetch her stuff until, well, this weekend.

I built it up in my head. Big time. We'd been corresponding somewhat via e-mail but hadn't seen nor spoken to each other since we split up. She expressed worries of awkwardness and such, and so did I. I don't know what I was expecting, but I was more than a little nervous.

I think it was the anti-climax of it all that affected me the most.

The whole endeavor was over in around twenty minutes or so. We fetched her stuff, loaded it into her friend's car, exchanged some pleasantries and that was it. It was, admittedly, really nice to see her again, but the whole thing felt oddly transactional. There wasn't a lot of eye contact made, either. She got teary-eyed as she was leaving, and I got a little choked up after she left.

I couldn't get a single ounce of work done either before or after those twenty minutes.
I was, for lack of a better term, a lump in a serious blah.

Where things go from here is anyone's guess. I honestly hope we can remain friends.
 
 
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