January 10, 2007

So the guy I've sorta started seeing is divorced.

I thought I was fine with it; I mean, he is a little bit older (26) and bisexual. I mean, we pretty much all have a dating history by that point, and they can't always be rosy and enviable. Lord knows I'm not exactly proud of my time with Heart.

It's been about a week, and last night, during some post-coital cuddling, I started to broach the subject, asking how what made him decide to get hitched. I mean, when he was my age he was married, and I'm looking at my life and I can't imagine any sort of history where I would be married right now.

And he was fine with explaining things, how they had dated for two years and it felt like the next logical step at the time, and they both graduated from college and were looking for a reason to stay together. And then 9/11 happened, and so it was hard for both of them to find jobs, so they wanted to stick together.

Wait. Back up a sec. Yeah, that's right. He played the 9/11 card. He blamed his marriage on 9/11. My eyes rolled so far back I almost fell off the bed.

I'm pretty sure using the 9/11 card upsets me more than the fact that he was married before.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.