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Kayla: The merry-go-round (Rate your Ex W/O)Feb 13 '06 (Updated Aug 16 '07) Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line Up, down, up, down, up, down...Are you picking up a pattern here?
Its finally over! This is the final part of my four-part contribution to Updateghost's Review Your Ex writeoff," It’s been crazy, but it’s been fun. As I’ve explained in my previous entries, I stole the rating system I’ll be using from the very ex I’ll shortly be describing (ha! in your face!), but my actual final rating will pretty much be made up on the spot. And thus, we come at last to… Kylie This relationship was stupid. Everybody knew it, including her, and including me. I actually didn’t like her at first, mostly because Hazel didn’t. We ended up tutoring together, and got to know each other a bit, and then I started using her to do my project work, as I’m wont to do, and we ended up spending a lot of time together, all of it fun, and then one day she had a date with some other guy and I was insanely jealous. This was a rather new and surprising feeling, and I didn’t really like it. Anyway, she chose me over him, and thus started the worst bloody relationship of my entire life (thus far, at least). She really wasn’t my type: she was insanely fundamentalist Christian (the preacher’s daughter, no less), innocent, stubborn, opinionated, and self-righteous. She wasn’t the hottest of the lot, and she damn sure didn’t know how to work it. But she saw things in me I never did and she was smarter than pretty much everyone I know and she really was amazing. I actually admired her principles, and adopted some of them to a reasonable extent. We were really good together, and I think I loved her. Still do. But she couldn’t handle being in a relationship, and her peeps (apparently including the Big Guy in the sky) couldn’t handle me, and we broke up time and again, only to get back together again. The last time was final, with no possibility of friendship or anything of that sort in the conceivable future. Only so many times a guy can have his heart handed to him, right? She was only the second girl who ever hurt me more than once, and the only one who ever really hurt me. I could’ve made it work with the simplest of lies, but for some reason I just couldn’t ever lie to her. There really is a thin line between love and hate sometimes. Quality Time: I spent lots of time with her. And we had lots of fun. All kinds of good, clean, wholesome fun, from ice-skating (where I nearly died every time) to a foozball rivalry that spilled over a dozen tables to her serving as my mock wingman at the beach (and no, that didn’t work, but I think she was sabotaging it). A fun example: before we were going out, she once embarrassed me in front of my boss by insinuating that I was flirting with my students. In response I stole her student card and made a poster telling people to give her hugs, not drugs (long story). It was one of the best pranks ever, and she couldn’t set foot on campus without somebody telling her she was special and that it’d all be okay in the end (accompanied by a hug, of course). Of course, when she found out there was retribution… Oh, and we had the other kinda fun, too… Physical: I’d feel vaguely guilty commenting on this one. I’ll just say I showed amazing restraint, and never once even tried to get her to do something she was uncomfortable with. On the other hand, everybody’s human… Affirmations: Hah! She said she loved me (I believe her). I never did the same (but I do). I guess that makes me the winner. Doesn’t feel like it, though. Gifts: I gave her a poem once. Loaned her some books and stuff. She gave me music cassettes for my car’s crappy system, comic books when she discovered my geeky passion for them, Biblical stuff like it was going out of style. And this rating system, strange as it is. Sacrifice/compromise/whatever: I put up with a rather large amount of crap. She only had to put up with the usual bad things about me (like the fact that I’m always between 15 minutes and 5 hours late for an appointment, or the way I had her work on my project the night before our final exam, an occasion that led to my introduction to her father with her in my lap and… anyway, just not the best way to meet the parents, basically). I sacrificed my time and my pride, and gave her more sincere attention than I’d given to anybody else, ever. She apparently compromised all her principles. At least mine are intact… Rating: 4.5 stars Why: I don’t know. I guess I just like her. Alternative Rating: 1 star Why: I’m giving an alternative rating because you’ve got to take into account the fact that I am more pissed off at her than I’ve ever been in my life. And I’d never felt so much like a damn emotional yo-yo in my life. What I learned: Don’t like anyone too much. Don’t date the insanely religious. Or anyone who’s managed to go their entire life without having a proper relationship (there’s probably a reason for it). Pattern recognition is a useful skill that can save you some strife if you have enough backbone. Complete the set! Nick’s Chicks 2005: Hazel Jacqui Leanne Epilogue So that’s that. One year, more or less, in which I learned pretty much nothing at all, but had some fun doing it. Life’s weird like that.  |
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