She says that love is for fools who fall behind.

Last entry's title song: Black Balloon by Goo Goo Dolls

So, this weekend, I was thinking about my exes. I was thinking about how I have (fairly) successfully managed to maintain a civil relationship with the majority of them. I don't know why I was thinking about this exactly, but I was. So then I had to go through the mental checklist and see if I was right in thinking that.

1. Philip - (civil) haven't seen him in a long time, but last time I did, we went for drinks and had fun.

2. Greg - (not civil) okay, not so much. I'm actually afraid to have to see him. I have several exes, but I don't get all short-of-breath when I think about most of them. Greg is not that way. When I think about him, I think about how angry he was (and probably still is) with me. That anger is part of what scares me. The other part is that he could be so angry 6 years later. When I think about how he has managed to save that anger for so long, it makes me glad that I am not in that environment anymore. I wish him all the best, and I hope he finds peace. (**Also, the person who introduced me to the song lyric for today's entry.**)

3. Peter - (neutral) I don't know if we would be able to get along. There was alot about him that reminded me of Greg. But I assume that we could chat being that we are friends with mutual peeps.

4. Reed - (not civil) I had to think about this one for a few minutes. However, I don't think I can list someone as neutral if they insisted on calling me to tell me I didn't wave as I drove by their apartment. Hey, Stalker, let it go. It scares me to think about having to ever see him again too. Mostly because I am content having him not know where I am, I wouldn't want to change that. I fee safer this way.

5. Greg - (civil) This Greg is 8 trillion times better than the first Greg. He had some committment issues, but what man doesn't? He was/is loud, opinionated, and funny. I think we had those things in common. He was a genuine, caring individual and that's fantastic. Especially when you concider what jerks there are in the world anymore. Coincidentally, the decision to move to the twin cities hinged on whether or not Greg would have been okay with me moving to Kentucky to be near him. He wasn't, and the rest is, on a technicality, history.

6. Craig - (civil) I wonder if Craig reads this blog. If he does, he probably wonders how my behavior towards him is civil. I'm so defensive when I talk to him that I feel like every conversation I have with him is him being him and me being defensively mean. I don't mean to come off as mean, but what else am I to do? Anyway, he was fun. I think that was the reason I dated him. He was fun. He never remembered when we had dates and I spent more time than not mad at him, but he could always make me laugh. Still can. I love him more now than I did then, because he's not my headache, and I just get to enjoy the fun that is Craig.

7. Sonny - (civil, I guess. ;) ) Technically, the person whom you marry would be an exboyfriend, right? Sonny is the reason I started thinking about this whole thing in the first place because I was at a hockey game this past winter and I ran into Craig. Long story short(er), Craig dragged me around the place and we laughed and had a good time. We ended up in one of the bars in the arena. There we met Craig's friend, whom I knew. Coincidentally, it was someone that I had hung out with before. The two boys ganged up on me and said that Sonny was always in the picture. They wanted to know when we weren't dating. In my eyes, Sonny and I didn't have a very long dating period, because of distance, pre-existing relationships, etc. Those boys believed that Sonny and I had been together forever. And when I really think about it, Sonny has been in my life, maybe not on a 'boyfriend' level, but in my life in some respect, since Reed.

So, yeah. That's the list of my exes. How fun of a read was that? I bet Amanda is scratching her head and thinking, "that's it? I swear there were more idiots that dated my friend." Love ya Mand.