It never stops being strange

I went on Facebook a few minutes ago for my monthly visit and spotted an odd picture of my ex's on the beach, holding a bouquet of roses, wearing a white dress. I thought "She must have been a bridesmaid in a wedding. But, she's wearing white?". I opened the album, and sure enough, she's fucking married. The girl is Poland.

Poland is that crazy chick that slapped the shit out of me the first time we had sex.

I went through the the photo album of my ex - Yes, it's stalkerish. No, I don't care that it is. If she wanted it to be private she wouldn't have posted it on the Internet - and the dude looks just like me. He's my height, my build, same hair, same nationality, it's really weird. It never stops being strange seeing an ex get married. I want to send them a wedding gift with a card to the husband that just says "Hey, congratulations! How does my dick taste?"

Did I mention that I have attended a wedding of one of my ex girlfriends? Man, talk about an odd evening.

Anyway, so Poland is married now. God I wish I could post one of those pictures for you, it's like a really cheesy Hugo Boss ad. It's Poland and my doppelganger frolicking in the sand in San Diego in a white dress and a white linen suit. I did a double-take on every picture because the guy looked so much like me. I kept wishing one of the huge waves in the background would come to life and swallow them up so I wouldn't have to endure photo 113/1056.

OK, that's enough on that.

I helped Kay hang her plasma TV on the wall of her new apartment last night. I brought my tool belt along and, as predicted, it got her all hot and bothered. "Fucking working-class towns, man. Girls here see a tool belt and they get moist." -Steve from the movie Beautiful Girls. Anyway, after I hung the TV we ate, hung out, then had a couple of rounds of great, but quiet, sex (her roommate was home).

At work today one of my coworkers tried to set me up with her recently-divorced friends. The dating curve is like a reverse bell curve. The pool of eligible women starts off huge in your 20's. As people start getting married the pool becomes smaller, then decreases exponentially. The good news is that it can't get smaller than zero, and then it starts to increase as people get divorced. I always knew the day would come when a lot of my potential dates would be recently divorced. However, it's really strange now that it is actually here. I declined the set-up, but thanked her for thinking of me. It's pretty flattering, so long as she's not a pig.

The weekend is almost here. Kay is going away with her sister, and I am going to look at Harley's again. I'm getting very antsy. I have the cash to buy one, but I would prefer to sell one of my other bikes first. There's really no reason to have three at once. We'll see how that goes.