there are somethings in your past that sometimes you want to forget. Maybe even to the point that you try to convince yourself that it never really happened, that those memories never existed. What the hell am i talking about? its having dinner with your ex.
i always told myself that i'd never go out with him, or talk to him for that matter. but last friday night i went soft. somehow it didnt even matter that he was my ex. he texted asking for gimiks. i had just got home from school that time and haven't eaten dinner. at first i told him that i was going to the barkadas inuman, but then i felt i was tired so i told him he could go if he wanted to since i wasnt going anymore. he hesitated. he felt that they were still mad at him. (?) anyway, after a while, finding no food to eat in the kitchen. i asked him if he wanted to go eat with me. (hmm.. now it seems like i asked him out...) he said yes. while i was waiting for him i was on ym talking to yogi and jinky. before i knew it, he rang the doorbell. i had to rush out of the house. didnt even fixed myself for it..(so it wasnt a date yogs!) in his car, he started telling me about his new guitar from singapore! naks ..(god he hasnt changed) he started talking about that damn guitar, everything about it. i didnt understand a thing he was saying, or maybe i just refused to. so i asked questions about how his trip was, the places he saw, people he met and that made the conversation better.
We went to TJ's in town and ordered a salad. i could see it in his face and the way he'd hint it while he spoke that he wanted to talk about his love life. but this time he contained himself. all that blah again. so we started from scratch with small talks. about people he saw, small chikas left and right, his thesis. the thesis talk seemed better than the others. he started telling me whats been happening with it and his groupmates. after a while, it went from perfumes to little tidbits about our previous relationship. awkward? a little but it seemed sort of nice. it wasnt as bad as i expected it to be. it was civil. but a little bit too close for comfort at present.
now the question open for discussion is: "Can you be truly friends with an asshole ex?"