Sometimes funny things happen that make me reflect over certain aspects of my life. And recently, quite a lot of those things have spurred reflection over my as yet non-existent life partner. It occurred to me the other day that every guy I’ve dated or in some way been involved with has found the love of his life right after his relationship with me ended:
My first boyfriend, Carlos, got back together with his ex-girlfriend about a year after he and I broke up and is now married to her and living in Madrid. And in true Argentinian fashion, she hates my guts.
My second boyfriend, Renzo, met a charming Frenchwoman while working in Switzerland and is now married to her and living in Lima. Both of them are business people and are currently occupied with making lots of money.
My third boyfriend, MartÃn, broke the news to me this week that he’s met this sweet American girl and is totally in love with her. And I mean crazy in love. I’ve never seen a guy swoon so stupidly over anyone. If her feelings for him are even a third of what his are for her, they’re headed for the altar. And soon.
My first (and last) blind date met the girl of his dreams the week after he and I met up for coffee. He wrote to me a couple of weeks after our ”date”, more out of politeness than real interest, to see if I wanted to meet up again. When I said thanks but no thanks, he wrote back with almost euphoric relief because he had met a girl that he really clicked with and was wanting to pursue something with her but felt obligated to at least give me a second chance if I wanted it. I was all too happy to bow out. (Ironically, the girl he met turned out to be a good friend of mine who is currently studying in a town up north. She wrote to me a couple of days ago thanking me profusely for not falling for him.)
So it seems that I’ve established a pattern here, quite by accident I assure you. It would seem that I’m the girl who helps prep them for the real thing, the trampoline that helps launch them into the ocean, so to speak. I swear I’m not bitter in any way. It may sound like I’m feeling sorry for myself, but really I’m just bemused. All along I thought they were doing me the favor by letting me break up with them, but apparently I was the one doing them a favor.
The even greater irony is of course that I’m the one who is still single, while the men I found wanting have entered into the romantic bliss that is still so elusive to me. Poetic justice? Probably. Do I regret my choices? No. I still hold onto the hope that the best is yet to come. Who knows? Maybe there’s another ”trampoline girl” out there about to launch a guy in my direction. In which case, I thank her in advance.
