Shades of the Past

Bet some people have wondered about the recent frienaissance I've been having of late with my boozy ISO. Fear not, doubting hearts, for the spectre of adultery hasn't reared its head nor will it ever. No matter how darkly alluring I might find him - especially after a few glasses of margarita ( doesn't everyone look better after some alcohol? ), my ISO remains my friend, a dear close friend and a trusted confidante. Thankfully I think we managed to make a clean break a few years back - though we did have that unfortunate Christmas tryst three years back. Poor whiskey ( and a sentimental fool ) gets the blame :P


Surely you didn't think I was the reprehensible sort who cheats?
Which is why we've made a prohibition pact not to get equally intoxicated at the same time.

Seriously doubt Charming Calvin has made such a clean break from his past though. The man doesn't come into this relationship without some heavy emotional baggage - and lately that particular flash from the past has made a reappearance in our lives. After we've all made our choices, there are always some who wonder about the road not taken and for the past few weeks Calvin has been left with some niggling doubts and hand-wringing indecisions.

Leaving me more than a little frustrated, though I've tried - unsuccessfully no doubt - not to let it show. So before I accidentally say something wildly inappropriate - and probably extremely cutting ( certainly no saint! ), I figure I'd rather let it loose with my tougher-skinned ex as a sounding ( censorship? ) board instead. Hell, you could rain showers of excoriating insults on his broad invulnerable back and it'll probably just roll right off.

Sometimes I'm not that much different from the bastard myself :P

Everyone deals with a break-up in their own inimitable way. For some, it's a near bloodless separation with a seamless segue into civilized friendship while some deal with dramatic tension, endless histrionics and broken dishes. Then there are those quiet types like Calvin who slam the lid, let it simmer and boil underneath, a palpable undercurrent of emotion that takes quite a while to bubble to the surface.

Still, my sweet Calvin's making laudable efforts to deal with this untenable situation - and I think he deserves to have that time and space to settle his disordered thoughts. After all, he's certainly worth it :) Till then I'm taking a deep breath, biding my time and keeping my fingers crossed.