When you get a phone call from a former “boyfriend” about his new dating excursion it is plainly confusing. I believe the words just don’t drip out of your mouth like one would think. It is more like a cautious cab driver picking up his next fare … where are you going?
I tend to think things through way too much and have decided this would be a good time to start a New Years resolution. When my ex called about girlfriend advice, it is not the advice I have a problem with, of course. I’ll lend my eager tongue to a cause that I think is unjust for a friend in need. But what does he really want?
My intent would be to help him with his dilemma—the question being to go out with a girl (who obviously has nothing much to offer him in my opinion) or ... what, call me? It seems crystal clear that if he wanted to talk to his guy friends he would have already had the answers he is seeking. I suppose an ex girlfriend could elaborate on what is good for him, other than themselves with a twist. I’m thinking it’s not the peppermint kind.
If we all called our exes, we would end up in a cyclical pattern of dating advice that would lead us all to the North Pole. It is only there that Santa Claus is believable, right?
