A day of exes

Today in the city I spotted one of my exes. It was weird. I hadn't seen him for years. But he looked the same. I did try to wave, but he didn't see me, and he was with a woman so I refrained from jumping in front of him, shouting "I'm back!".

Then on telly this evening I saw a fling I had decades ago. To be honest I am not sure it was him, since he looked old, (ok considering it was about 30 years ago we met I might have aged a wrinkle or two too) but I do remember the surname and the business he was in, so either it was a brother or him. He was funny back then. We met in Spain. He carried me on his arms. Funny the things you remember.

All you need is a trigger. Maybe I should write a book, instead of wasting my time blogging?

Ex on tv

Saw an ex on internet-tv today. We lived together gazillions of years ago, but he still kinda looked the same. Felt a bit weird I must admit. We lost contact so many years ago, but I could still remember the fun stuff we did together. Of course there were bad times too, which is why we broke up.

But still, it was good to see him.

Ex-contact

Last time I communicated with my ex was something early this year I think, when he was unfriendly on msn. I then promptly deleted his email and mobile number, so that I wouldn't be tempted to contact him. Today I heard from him. The funny thing was that even though I had deleted his mobile number, it still showed up with his name when he called. He told me he cannot be deleted. Indeed. And in a way I miss him. Don't get me wrong, don't wanna be back together, but we share a lot of memories and in the good times had a lot of fun together. Very important that, to be able to laugh together. Think I might invite him over...just for a laugh you know ;)

Importance of ex

It is extremely important to maintain a good contact with your ex. Especially in the cases of needing help to clean your shower drain. Like on Sunday when he extracted about 2 kg's of hair from it. And coming back tomorrow to throw the really heavy-power-chemical down the drain to rinse out...well I guess remnants of me...from the past 7 years. Yes, it is indeed important to...keep in touch.

Midnight scare

Yesterday I ran into brother of the ex. This is the guy who wouldn't recognize my existence when the ex and were together and now shouts ANNIKA all over town when we meet. So kissed-kissed-kissed and exchanged pleasantries. Tonight after the virgins went home to sleep I decided to hit town. Walking from the bus stop I heard "ANNIKA". Oh dear. The parents of the ex. Hadn't seen them in about a year. But funny because before I left I sms'd with ex in Peru. What to say? And why the fuck were they in Niederdorf on a Friday after midnight? Nice to see you. How are you? They proceeded to tell me how they did not like Finland (they visited the Nordic countries last summer) And I was trying to tell them I don't either. No Scandinavian in their right mind do. But it was kinda nice/interesting/awful/whatever to see them again. I'm beginning to think Zürich is a village. Yesterday the brother, today the parents. I really hope the next encounter will be the real thing :)

Lowly

Sometimes I remember why I fell in love with the ex. Like tonight. Don't feel so hot after angry feelings and stuff. And being a woman I drowned my sorrows with chocolate cake. Shot off an sms to ex saying I might not be so slim and beautiful when you come back. His take on it was "you'll still be gorgeous for me". Hmm. Perhaps I shouldn't have quit?

My asshole

My ex stroke again. Being an entire asshole. But he's kinda my asshole so to speak, so I do wish him all the best with his trip to South America. Perhaps when he comes back in one month I have forgotten why I was angry with him...?!?

Shitty jobs

Talked to my ex today. Told him we're meeting on Saturday, armed with sponges and rubber gloves to clean up in the boat. That's when he asked "when do I finally get the nice jobs?". Never is of course the answer, but it doesn't hurt to have him hanging...;)

Men and their tools

IKEA sucks...not! Just because the chair I was sitting on when having dinner tonight was squeeking a bit. But luckily enough I had invited the ex for dinner. Like said before, just because we broke up doesn't mean he can get out of his chores.

But doesn't he look kinda happy when working?

PS. First time he said yes to me posting his pic here...better be quick!

Bet

But of course we had to fight a little bit. That's also a thing with ex's, a must. This particular one was about how many bus stops it was from my place to his place. 4 he said with gusto. No way I replied, 9 at least. Eventually we shook hands on maximum 5 (his bet), and anything more than that would be my win. So we left the restaurant, walking to the bus stop (happened to be the same line) and guess what? 7 stops. If you'd include the one extra he makes me go every time he picks me up there it'd be 8. Easy win. Then a long discussion whether I could trade the 2 beers we bet on for one pina colada. Sometimes I think the things you'd have to go through to get laid...;)

Dinner with the ex

He actually did show up. Only a bit of confusion since my 2 year old mobile phone has decided not to cooperate, and I (a bit older than 2 years) didn't know where I was when the bus spat me out at Helvetiaplatz. All that sorted we actually met up, only to find that the place we were planning on going to had shut down. Not only closed for vacation but no longer there. Not existing, no longer alive, gone with the wind, ceased to be, gone to see his forefathers, you know the monty python don't you? Well in case you don't, here's the link: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5775099474392087542 Anyway, we then had a short discussion and ended up in a Spanish restaurant (which doesn't have its own website) that can be found here: http://www.zueritipp.ch/dyn/gastro/?lid=8201 called something like "bierhalle krokodil" and has been existing since 1928 according to the menu. Excellent. I can really recommend it. We had paella (of course) and rioja (also of course) for old times sake. A really nice evening as a matter of fact. One thing I like about being friends with your ex is all the memories you share, the fun ones (the ugly ones are to be forgotten at an evening like this). We had a nice time.

Even monkeys can learn

So finally the ex and I went on the boat. Only an hour late. But this time he communicated beforehand. Not 45 min after the time we agreed. Thankful for small things. And when I asked which one of my two new bikinis he liked best he responded "I like both". Good boy. After all he has learned a thing or two. Because if he would've said "I like the blue one better" we would've had the discussion about why he didn't like the pink one. So I guess he has learned a thing or two from me. Did I say before that you cannot teach men? I take that back :)...

Cruising the lake

Tomorrow I'm supposed to be picked up by the ex. This is indeed a tricky thing, since he has no reliable bone in his body. But we have agreed that he would pick me up at 1 o'clock, and then go on the lake. This is yet to be seen. But being a woman, i never give up hope :).... PS. If you're a woman, thinking that you can change a man...think again!

Love-hate relationship

If you know me you know that I have a love-hate relationship with the ex. Spoke to him on Sunday, arranging the boat-repairing thing. Since I know how unreliable he is, I sent an sms this afternoon confirming the time to meet tomorrow. No answer. For 6 hours. Again, if you know me, you know that communication is key for me. But since I kinda like him, I caved in and phoned him this evening. His answer? "Of course, we agreed on Sunday". Yeah, right. If I hadn't phoned him he wouldn't have appeared tomorrow. Which by the way is still an open question. So tomorrow we'll meet in Booschänzli (http://www.bauschaenzli.ch/de/index.html), so that I at least can have a drink while waiting...

Being met

There are few things in life that are so nice as being met at an airport. Especially when you have travelled as much as I have for work, and there never is anybody waiting. Therefore I was pleasantly surprised when the ex offered to pick me up today. Not that I trusted him. Wise from experience, but nevertheless I was looking forward. I don't care that I had to send one email (which he never read), answer one phone call when I again gave him all the flight info, and this morning once again gave him the arrival details on sms. He actually showed up. V. nice. Especially since I had 23,4 kg luggage. Heavy. Not as heavy as last year when I had about 28 kg's, but that was probably because I had hand luggage this year with 10 kg's :)...only books. So when I was stopped at customs, I only had the blue gin that M ordered (why oh why? It tastes like shit. And of course ciggies for me). Plus some candy. If the guy would've been good-looking I would've asked for a body-search, but no such luck today...

Arm

Funny that...I thought for sure that somebody would ask whos arm it was on the pic with the hanging knot. Nobody. Aren't you people paying attention :) ? So in case you wonder it was the ex. We hooked up after all. Yesterday. And now he's on his way... Good thing I have this week off and only have to get up for boat class at 2 pm...

Learning

Was just on the phone with my ex. Told him that I’ve taken to walk into town instead of taking the bus, in the interest of losing weight. Good, he said. I bolted. “What? So you think I’m fat?”. “No”, he said, “I just want to support you”. Gosh, has he learned?!?

Voluptuous

My ex has many flaws, but one thing he was really good at was never complaining about my body (size). In his eyes I was perfect. Ok, so he's not exactly like a stick insect himself, but still. So in case you wonder I am doing this dieting for myself. Not for anybody else (even though I had some rather heavy hints lately;)...

Drunk

I must be drunk. I miss my ex. Somebody shoot me. But I actually miss him. The holding, the way he can handle me, the sleeping together. Yes, I must be drunk. So zzzzz...and no, I'm not gonna call him. But we had lotsa fun tonight. Too tired to blog about it now...will later. G'night.

Phone call

Got a phone call yesterday from a relative, being really excited to see an old ex of mine on tv. Can you hear? she said, holding the receiver to the telly. Ehemm, no actually. Not entirely sure why she thought this would be interesting to me, considering that we were together over 20 years ago! And haven't had any contact since...