The One That Got Away

He got married. The 6ft1 inch, brown hair, green emerald eyes full body size of nothing but deliciousness got married. The man of my dreams- no lie. My dream actually did not appear in my head until I saw him. I knew he was the one. Too bad the universe had other plans. I had a chance actually, but I didn’t take it- not sure why. Oh, I remember. I was kindly waiting my turn. I didn’t want to be the rebound girl. He had divorced his beautiful wife, and it was a year before the news reached my ears.
Then on Dooms day- how appropriate? The day of the end of the Mayan Calendar, I heard it. He got married. These are not the news you want or need to hear as Humanity’s existence is at risk of being extinct from the face of the earth. On this day, all I wanted to hear his gentle voice- even a whisper would have sufficed. Yet, there it was staring me in the face or ears. He got married!
I’m not sured how I felt when I heard it. Dissapointed? No. Angry? No. How could I? Predictable! Is there a feeling for predictable? There it is. I’m shallow. You see it right? I don’t even know my feelings. I don’t even know feelings. But Im sticking to this one- Predictable.
Oh, I’m so sorry. I must apologize, where are my manners? I am Salsa Pig. Nice to meet your acquaintance. And you already met the blog? Mambo Chismoso.
Back to me. Guys are too insecure to stay single for long. They can’t be alone. It is almost as if they’re violating the man rules. I don’t think they hook up because they want to get laid. I think they hook up because they want their man friend’s verbal approval to echo the community. Just as if someone had score a touchdown on the last seconds of game as they were coming from behind. As if!!!
You tell me. How did you feel? What did you do? How did you take? Me? I didn’t take it like a man. Why should I? I don’t have to. I decided to feel it for a split seconds only and let it go. I added him to the list of “the ones that got away.” Then it hit me. That list is getting kinda long ….