long has it been?
there was high school. Dated a few pricks, plus a swell guy:
up going to Laurier for business. Lived in residence first
year. Broke up with Pat for Ken (Pat was far better off without
me — I'd been a cheater). Ken dumped my ass very unceremoniously
and indirectly (the weasel) near the end of first year. Finished
first year, got a room in a giant student house.
Mark. Fell for Mark. Whirlwind that was, from his perspective,
a fling. Fucker.
Steve, but was damaged goods. Played mindgames in second year.
Set world record for number of times a couple could break
up. Finally broke off with Steve, and pursued new interest:
2.5 through 4 of university were tortured. Completed my useless
business degree and graduated intact. Moved in with a friend
for a year. Found a job at a sign company.
a cat named Amanda.
my own tiny apartment in the beaches, which was my home for
tiny apartment saw me through much.
to college for copywriting. Finally euthanasing a terminally
ill relationship and being single. Trying telepersonals. Dating
a scary person who thrilled me, and made me feel beautiful
even though he claimed to be an ex-con-artist and ex-con (9-months
jailtime). Stayed together when he became homeless. Scored
my first job in advertising (or the fringes thereof). Ended
the relationship on a single lie.
again single, I conspired with Mike to beat the dating system
by removing the stench of desperation from each other. The
plan worked. I met John. Mike ended up with his highschool
sweetheart. Haven't heard from him since they got married.
couple years later John and I shacked up. A year after, we
wanted to own the shack, so we bought outside of Toronto just
on the edge of city and country. There's a cornfield across
3 cats: Amanda, Junior & Dolly
2 rabbits: Rory and Inkblot
2 Guinea pigs: Itsy, and Donut
still enjoy tuna casserole, and continue to make it whenever