Frog Blog

my mother told me on the phone the other day that my very first boyfriend, J #1, just got married. that makes four out of five old boyfriends of mine who married the girl they dated after me. J #2 is a hopeless case and will most likely never get married; T from camp married A from camp; S from college married his roommate K; D from after college married D, a cousin of his friend who he started communicating with on the internet (eww). i've googled them all but hadn't yet heard of J #1 getting hitched. last i heard he was touring the midwest with his butt-rock band.

i feel like julie delpy in "before sunset" who explains to ethan hawke that three of her old boyfriends married the girl they dated after her and then called and thanked her for teaching them how to love. i laughed really loud at that part during the movie because i know just how she feels. not that any of my exes have called me. i've gotten the occasional email from S and the occasional letter from J #1-- and he's the only one i've ever been really interested in being friends. he married K, the girl he dated after me. they broke up somewhere in the middle there and i have to admit it was so satisfying cuz he was my first love and all. apparently they got back together. but i guess i'm happy for them. it's been... ?11 years? since we dated? long enough for that wound to scab over. anyway, they're both short and will have blond, short kids. neat.

still job searching. this requires me to schlep over to my dad's house to use his high speed internet to check craig's list and the classifieds online. it's nice to ride the bus again. the number 12, also refered to as the number 1-2, aka, 1-2-3 circus! has its share of deeply strange folks. the fun part is i never know who i'll run into. the other day i sat next to a man who kept bobbing and weaving falling asleep against my arm. he wasn't openly drunk or drugged out or anything-- just really tired, apparently. he'd slouch over forward and start leaning in on me until i nudged him gently or the bus lurched forward at a stop. finally, after he stopped waking up with all my nudging and the bus lurching, i figured him as a lost, full-on asleep cause and changed seats. someone that tired should have two whole seats all to himself. i don't always have to take the old 1-2 bus but sometimes it's the only one around and i don't want to wait. other times, it's worth the wait to get on a more normal bus. but it's the abnormal busses that offer the most fun and intrigue.