Unagi

Ex Factor = Unagi!

When my ex of more than 4 years ago phoned me out of the clear blue sky, I thought it was odd.  When I told my girlfriends, well you saw judging by my earlier post – danger!   That was a Tuesday and no word from him since that phone call.  I had texted him earlier in the day to ask how long he was in LA for, which I knew was asking for trouble – presumably.  He texted back around midnight “At Firefly.”  I say, “Cool, have a great night.” 

I talked to him tonight. He says, “Sounded like you were in for the night last night.”  I said, “Yeah I was, why that text was an invitation?” He says, “Well, I had a couple of drinks so I guess it was.”  Hmm.  Thank god I didn’t go cause it would have been DANGER judging on the phone call. 

We catch up about how fabulous my life is and how happy I am.  He’s laughing cause he’s packing up his life here to ‘move forward’ with his lady is SC.  Great.  Awesome.  I mention that I need to move and he says “you could move into my place.”  “Oh yeah, what’s the rent.”  He tells me and I say, “Not bad but weird.”  He laughs.  He’s lying on the floor after having sold or given away most of his furniture and I joke, “So you don’t have a bed, what are you sleep bagging it?” He laughs and says, “more or less unless you’re offering up your bed.” I clear my throat and say, “No.” He says, “Ha, you cleared your throat, I guess it’s that weird think you mentioned before.” I said sternly, “Yes, I don’t think your GF would like that.” He mumbles and giggles and I ask what that’s about.  He says, “Just daydreaming a bit.  I remember your apartment” then goes into this tale from many moons ago about my crazy neighbor who used to have LOUD-ass sex against my head alluding that we used to try to compete (which wasn’t factual).  Another clearing of the throat and he says, “I’m ready to take a cab over to Hollywood.”  Uh?

So first the alleged invite to meet him out to a bar and now inviting himself to my bed with us both knowing the real situation – you have a GF with whom you’re moving forward with but yet your fantasizing about me, the ghost from your past. I always believed this sort of thing happened before men take the plunge but never experienced it first hand if that is, in fact, what is going on in his man-child mind.  After the 30 minute check-up, I hung up the phone and couldn’t believe it.  Like out of a movie or TV show (like Sex and the City), I am fortunate that my city gals have my back and shake me to reality.  If he were single would the situation be any different or would I still be in danger?