My happy ending...To Be Continued

When your best friend marries her high school boyfriend…it’s a little weird.  When another friend marries the same guy she’s been dating since her sophomore year… it kind of puts you off for a moment.  But when your college boyfriend gets married - one with whom you broke up with not so way back when, and whom you know for a fact has had a serious girlfriend after you but before his now wife…holy crap! You start to wonder...

Which means, yes, I have found out, through the glory of networking sites, that my ex boyfriend got married this past weekend...

Now don’t get me wrong.  It’s true I haven’t kept in touch with him, but I don’t wish him any unhappiness AT ALL.  Thinking back to the breakup, I actually wish I had acted more maturely and give him applause for dealing with me (awkward turtle...)  And also, from what the feed has shown me (damn you facebook,)  I’m glad he’s found such an amazing person (I met her once  - so I can say it cuz it's true.)

It’s just crazy how the world works out, you know?

For starters, had he not started at UCI, I probably would have been a little less privy to this event. But seeing as the legendary Don Hill was giving him a tour right in front of my grueling final 101 hours, I have to acknowledge that he is now also a student at my alma mater.  Also, I’m still friends with his sister, brother, and best friend on that horribly/wonderful social thing called facebook.

But realizing that he’s now married and settled down, makes me reflect on my own life.  I think back to the boyfriend I had in high school, who I, if were still with, would probably be engaged, it not married to.  It also makes me think of my grandma’s saying when I broke up with my last (and afore mentioned) boyfriend…"you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.” It makes me wonder what frog I’m on, and how many more till that lucky regal number.

But most of all, it makes me wonder how different my life would have been had I been in a relationship these last years in college.

For one thing, I probably wouldn’t be abroad, which would probably mean I wouldn’t be writing this blog, which in a fantasy world would probably mean you’d be starring at your computer like a zombie right now not knowing where to go.  Going abroad is probably one of the greatest gifts I’ve received, and thankfully I have nothing (including family…thank you Skype) holding me back.  I can go anywhere, do anything, and meet anyone.  It’s the most wonderful, only-one-can-understand-it-once-you’ve-been-there, kind-of-self-centered, feelings I’ve ever experienced...

But it also makes me think about these last couple of years as a singe gal…would I have gotten even closer with my Suz (and her Luke-ee?)…

I know I wouldn’t have had so much fun on my New York Program…

And who can blame me for being glad I was free enough to welcome the yacht club into my entire super-senior year/my life…

All these things have come for a reason.  Especially my best friends.  In fact, the difference, and yet the reason I need them both comes in this text I sent six months ago…

"__’s engaged…facebook just told me”

...Suz: So?

...Pat: How are you? I’m calling you right now.

These are my best friends.  Two completely different opinions, but never-the-less, two people that I don’t think I can make legendary decisions without.  So as I sit, finishing off my glass(es) of wine, I thank the Lord for them, for my family, and for that spell bound prince waiting out there, just for me, and thank Disney that they know exactly how I feel…

Word of the day: prins  - prince