HotPants Milestone #2

So, after the best date of my life a month ago, comes the best breakup of my life.  Yes, Oz and I mutually decided to call it quits.  It just wasn't working.  The funny thing is, he started the serious conversation, but I had to spit it out for him.  In the end, we were laughing and joking like it was our first date all over again.  It was even in one of the same bars, near the Lindbergh Station.  

It was amazing to me how nervous he was about the whole entire thing and I had known all week that this was coming.  He was amazed at my prescience.  I just know these things; I have had plenty of experience.  He thought that I was going to throw a beer in his face and run out saying how I hated him.  I reminded him that I exuded maturity (his words, not mine).  It was even more enjoyable to turn the tables when the waitress brought the check.  I took the check and said, "Thanks for breaking up with me.  Let me buy you a beer."  All he could do was laugh and tell me how impressive it was.  This, after I told him how easy I had made it on him and wasn't I always thinking of him?

We agreed to be friends, although it is still TBD what exactly that means or looks like.  I told him there had to be definition and explanation of expectations.  I like this bloke.  A lot.  As a person.  Not just like only a boyfriend.  I want to be friends with him.  

And so, my life as it has been at the Lindbergh Station.  Seeing him waiting for the train as mine passes by and feeling my heart skip a beat, an instant smile on my face.  Waiting for our trains together in the morning and kissing him goodbye.  Meeting him for the first time nearby at Taco Mac for dinner, then going next door to play pool and getting a pool lesson.... and how many times did we drive there together, park and walk to the train?  Such good, positive memories....I am happy.  Happy with a breakup.  Who knew it could be this good?