reading sirens

Looks like I have to be careful now. An ex is currently following my humble blog thus casting a critical eye over it. What will she say? Several questions come to mind:

• Are you alcoholic now?
• Is that her naked picture you posted?!
• What relevance is all this random thoughts with architecture?
• Is this really an Architecture blog?
• What’s with all these sexual innuendo?

The possible questions are endless and I’m sure my simple vague answer won’t help either. Should I worry? No. Should I be more conscious about my writing? Yes. Sitting by the desk while sipping my morning coffee, I recalled a weekend, couple of years ago at the Milan Fashion Week. While walking after a show towards Duomo, I bumped into an ex with her new man. We had broken it off only 4 months earlier and now she’s with another. I thought I was fast but this was lighting speed. Of course, it was awkward but she had this brilliant idea to have dinner together – what a brilliant idea! Not.

I remembered taking along my new beau to dinner. Somehow, it felt less like dinner and more like a catwalk runway with each our new ‘important’ people on show. Actually scrap that, it was more like a dog pageant you’d get in Austin, Texas. Our ‘poodles’ were at their best behaviour with intelligent remarks and witty comments worried not to be outdone. It was remarkable. I felt more like an observer at the zoo watching the bonobo monkeys interact.

Anyway, dinner was pleasant and entertaining. The initial weirdness peeled off slowly when the bottles of Montepulciano flowed. In the end, we are both were glad that we have moved on. Why the parade? Although it wasn’t mentioned, we both wanted each other's approval because it matters most in the early transition phase. Fast forward to 2010 and I’m the poodle (and No, I’m not the bitch), the ex is now with another and my Milan beau is now married to a friend and expecting a baby (it’s not mine) this May.