I’ve always been haunted by my ex-boyfriends. That they did me dirty or just weren’t that into me doesn’t matter; they always come back.
The new ex who showed his face was my first boyfriend. First BF and I were together in 2003. The relationship lasted 7 months and ended because we were in different places – he reveling in the politics of Cuba and I wondering if our passions and interests aligned. They didn’t so we parted ways, but not before a “break,” lots of break-up sex and lots of yelling and tears when it was finally over (me not him).
Years after the break-up, we met up for dinner in an attempt to be friends. It didn’t go past appetizers when I realized he still wanted to sex me up. I wasn’t interested and I told him so over pasta and meat sauce. Since then, he’s contacted me from time to time but that’s been the extent of it – until now. He showed up at Camaradas for my singles mixer and, apparently, was talking me up to my friend. While they stood outside, First BF remembered my friend from when we were together and began to interrogate her about me. Then he walked inside and approached me. I was cool and, honestly, it wasn’t difficult to maintain my detachment. I wasn’t attracted to him anymore and wondered what I saw in him to begin with. He stood by my side for a few minutes, expressing his happiness to have seen me again. I listened and smiled, chucking it as another experience. That’s the thing with ghosts from your past. Once they reappear you realize the relationship was meant to be buried. The Universe nos quita what is not meant for us, and it was no different with First BF.