everything that usually works had the reverse effect that night. each drink sharpened my senses to what was going on in the corner with him and her friends. every familiar face that showed up drew more blanks in my mind for conversation. no matter what I did, every fiber of my being was laser-aware of them. I now wished I had taken people's advice to slut it up and bring a super hot fake boyfriend to that damn event.
yes, I knew they were going to be there, so why did i put myself in this situation? well I wasn't going to let the fact that they were going to this bash stop me from going where all my friends were going to be. how did I know they were going to be there? because that was actually the second time I saw VF that day. at happy hour earlier we even had a one on one conversation that suffered from awkward politeness.
clearly, I was not the only one who perceived the shift in our relationship and I couldn't help but fall to my old habits of facebook stalking to make sense of things. that's when I noticed that he had removed the old profile photo of us from when we were dating. I thought that was a little strange because I didn't think boys curated their facebooks so meticulously (especially with such an old photo), but then when I stalked further, I realized that every single photo or post that both of us were tagged in was purposefully removed from his timeline.
our relationship, eviscerated. if all you ever knew of us was our facebook presence, you would never know there was an us at all.
I was utterly confused, and really hurt. I get that you don't want the past following you around, but at the same time, even if things don't work out in the end I still cherish the great times that were had. did it really all mean nothing?
after thorough over-analysis, I came up with the two most plausible explanations for being wiped out of VF history:
theory 1: he did it to get over me.
theory 2: he has an evil girlfriend disguised in a cute-girl body who poisons him about what an awful person I am and how much better off he is with her, thus forcing him to remove all reminders of me.
there's actually quite a bit of evidence to support theory 2. her friends who used to suck up to me looked at me with disdain and gave me attitude on Friday. when I left, I saw his crew shivering in line waiting to get in and realized that she must have some spell over him to convince him to go to the event with just her and her friends while leaving his friends behind.
regardless of the true reason, I'm now dreading a trip to Seattle that I'd originally planned and looked forward to as a reunion with my past co-workers, including VF. If I can't bear two hours with him, I'm not sure how I can bear two days.
