{"id":372,"date":"2004-07-13T19:01:00","date_gmt":"2004-07-14T02:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/blog\/?p=372"},"modified":"2004-07-13T19:01:00","modified_gmt":"2004-07-14T02:01:00","slug":"372","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/juliashih.com\/?p=372","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name=\"108977160552941766\"><span class=\"post\"><strong>Happy Birthday, Drew!<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Today is my ex-boyfriend from years ago&#8217;s birthday. He&#8217;s a nice guy so I have no qualms about wishing him a happy birthday. We&#8217;ve only talked once since we attempted the post-relationship friendship but ended up falling out over him accusing me of accusing him of stealing my pot (trust me, this accusation came out of left field and I did no such thing).<\/p>\n<p>The conversation happened because I kept leaving messages on his best friend Dave&#8217;s answering machine about editing work, thinking I was leaving messages for Dave, my editor. I just assumed that the name &#8220;Dave&#8221; programmed into my phone would be the same creative cohort that I talk to on a constant basis. Unfortunately, his friend Dave is also an editor, making these messages even more confusing. I didn&#8217;t realize my mistake until he picked up one day and I figured out that months worth of messages had landed on the wrong answering machine. I asked him how Drew was and Drew ended up on the phone. It was friendly without any past resentments. No mention of the weird pot-stealing fallout. End of story.<\/p>\n<p>I saw Drew again last year at Bed Bath and Beyond, the night of my breakup with a stupid guy not worth naming. He had on a wedding band and was with a girl wearing a ring, and her parents. I&#8217;m assuming they were preparing the registry. Seeing as this would be an awkward moment to say hi, I left. Maybe he saw me lurking. I hope not.<\/p>\n<p>Fast forward to three weeks ago when I&#8217;m at Sonny MacLean&#8217;s for a birthday party. I know that last I talked to him, he bartended here. I asked the bartender if Drew still worked here. She said there was someone by that name. I said, blond, from England. She said, he&#8217;s from Connecticut. I remember that he got here by way of Conn, so I say, he&#8217;s married, has a little dog. She realizes that we&#8217;re talking about the same guy so she says, &#8220;A good-looking guy? Yeah, he works during the days. He&#8217;ll be working tomorrow.&#8221; What is it about hearing someone say that an ex is good-looking that just rubs you the wrong way? It&#8217;s an ego thing. You don&#8217;t want to think that there&#8217;s life after you. You want to think their life is a dry, ravaged landscape ala post-Armageddon, and they&#8217;ve fallen to pieces ever since you took your rays of sunshine away. But I digress. I say that I&#8217;m an old friend who just wanted to say hi, take my drink and leave.<\/p>\n<p>The next day, I can&#8217;t find my credit card. Having been at this bar seems to have been completely wiped out from my mind. I report it lost and a whole week goes by before I remember that the last place I used it was at the bar. Part of me knows that I should go and reclaim it, but part of me hates the fact that Drew probably came in, saw my card, and thought that I was still an idiot, leaving my tab open and forgetting my card. (but then again, there is really no argument here since this is the second time within months that I&#8217;ve done that). But more importantly, I was too lazy to make that 10 minute drive to reclaim my card since they&#8217;d already charged me and I&#8217;d already cancelled it.<\/p>\n<p>So anyway, in summary, happy birthday to a man who brings out the idiot in me. Remember that time when we got together a bunch of people and hotboxed my apartment, but then the police came for a noise complaint and I wouldn&#8217;t open the door, so we had a standoff and finally they just left? Good times. <\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Happy Birthday, Drew! Today is my ex-boyfriend from years ago&#8217;s birthday. He&#8217;s a nice guy so I have no qualms about wishing him a happy birthday. 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