dumped

When I met Condo One, our relationship moved fast. There were so many things about Condo One I loved, so I was thrilled when I proposed and he said yes. But then right as I was about to commit to Condo One, Condo Two sidled on up and stole my heart. Condo Two had everything that Condo One had plus all the things that Condo One didn't have. He was perfect.

I make my move. But the way to Condo Two's heart wasn't as easy as it was with Condo One. Someone else is vying for Condo Two, and I have to give him an ultimatum. And I lost. Condo Two picked the other woman. So here I am, completely Condo-less, because how could I go back to Condo One when he doesn't even have a bathtub? I mean, come on.

So here I am, dumped and looking. Again. I try to imagine Condo Two's new lady and picture her as this hunch-backed crone who can't cook anything more than toast. I think, Hmmph, you lost out, my friend. I try to divert my thoughts to the Condos' less than desirable qualities, like the lack of baseboards. But my heart remembers the corner windows in the kitchen, and my brain tells my heart that neither of the Condos were for me, that I'm better off without them anyway.