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| The Train to Crazy Town |
I'm renting the middle unit of my three house complex. The easiest way to find tenants is through Craigslist, so I posted a nice little ad and fielded all the responses that came through. One name struck me as familiar. I kept trying to think of where I had heard of it before, but couldn't place her. She said she had a golden retriever and was a film student at USC. It all rang familiar, and then it hit me. This was the girl Crafty had moved here with last year.
A sensible person might have emailed her back and told her the place was rented. Or better yet, not replied at all. But come on. What were the odds of her emailing me? My post was anonymous and so she couldn't have known I was dating her ex. I had to do it, right? So I hopped on the Crazy Town express and emailed her back with an appointment to see the house.
What was I expecting? I don't know. I guess I just wanted to see what she was like. How could she be so great that he would leave all his friends and family behind to live with her in an unfamiliar city? I wanted to see what was so special about her. And yes, the competitive side of me wanted to see who was prettier, nicer, funnier, whatever.
So she came to my door and immediately I did the bitchy thing in my head. "Bad skin, short, not a great body, kinda plain..." However, i did my best landlord impression and showed her the property. All in all, we got along well. She was nice, funny, and seemed to be a genuinely good person. She and I took a walk in the park by my house and talked about the midwest. She told me all about Columbus and why she moved out here, all stuff Crafty had already told me. I just nodded my head as if it was all new information to me.
Ultimately, she said she couldn't move in for another month. Not that I would rent to her anyway. Way too weird. I didn't mention Crafty or that i was even dating someone. One day, we might run into each other, her me and Crafty. It will be weird, as she is sure to recognize me and think i am a stalker. But I had to meet her, just to see.
My friends all agreed with me, but they all said to keep my mouth shut about it to him. But I don't want to lie to him, or even keep secrets. So I told him the next day. I wasn't sure if he would be pissed or amused. I think he was a combination of both. He kept saying it was a sneaky thing to do, and that I should have just ignored her email. And when I tried to joke about it later, he said that there was a very fine line between him being okay with it and him being pissed. So I just stopped.
I hope I haven't ruined his trust at all. The rest of the night went fine between us. I think he'll be okay. In retrospect, I guess there was no good reason for me to meet her. I just felt compelled. I'm glad to see she was nice and funny, not some total bitch. And to be honest, I'm also glad that I'm prettier than her. It would have bummed me out to no end if she was some great beauty.
Later on that night we were talking about their break-up and I realized that as they were breaking up at a local restaurant last year on his birthday, I was having my birthday party in the same restaurant on the same night. Chances are, we were there at exactly the same time, at a table right next to each other. Weird, right? It's funny how small this world can be.
A year ago, I was pining over two worthless men, wondering which one I should pick. All the while, the man that I should be with was breaking up with his girlfriend at the table next to me. The girlfriend who would later want to rent my house. All very strange how life works out. But wonderful too. I'm glad I went through all of it. And I'm glad we somehow found our way to each other.
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Posted by datingretard on 2008-03-30 20:00:00 | Rating: | Views: 133
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