A Welcome Feeling

I'm not completely over him. Certain things still hurt, like looking directly at him, but I'm getting close to the place where I'm at with Miles (except not as obsessive): Bitter and sarcastic. With Miles, I haven't really moved past that, but with the ex, I think once I get fully into that mindset, I'll be able to move on this summer (god how sad is it that the "summer" isn't that far away for me.) I didn't cry tonight, partially because his new slag wasn't there, but also because he looked ridiculous. Imagine a hipster, but with a fancy suit tie and flip-flops. Sure he's skinny enough to pull it off, but **Ricky did it so much better. Hell Alex Kapranos could pull that look off with more panache and Alex Kapranos creeps me out most of the time. It was just kind...sad. It also helped that Ana and Heather were being particularly nice to me tonight and encouraging my evil and scathing comebacks to nearly everything he said. And almost everything during the three episodes the club watched tonight. But seeing him dressed like some hipster ass just made something in my head click. Because to me, I'm better than most hipsters and seeing the ex dressed like one, it just clicked. I'm better than him. I'm not controlled by my sex drive* and I'm doing fairly well in my life. I've had some set backs over the past month, but really, I'm in such a much better place than he could ever dream of being in. I guess I'm just glad I could enjoy DW without leaving the meeting close to tears. That was nice as well.
Now I'm sleepy and am going to go to bed. But first I leave you with these lyrics, because lyrics are wonderful.

"Men's Needs" --- The Cribs, Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever

Have you noticed
I've never been impressed
By your friends from New York and London?
I'll level, accusations like the press
til you realise that you've dressed yourself in tatters

Because a man's needs, man's needs
Are found on greed, are found on greed
A man's needs, man's needs
Are lost on me
A man's needs, man's needs
Are found on greed, are found on greed
A man's needs

I'm not bothered, what you say or how you dress
I'm a mess, so you've always seemed inviting
But really, this all seems quite meaningless
And I remember, that you never seem to see

The fact that men's needs, men's needs
Are found on greed, are found on greed
A man's needs, man's needs
Are lost on me
A girl's needs, girl's needs
Just don't agree, just don't agree
With a man's needs

Have you noticed, I've never been impressed
By your friends from New York and London?
But really, this all seems quite meaningless
And I remember that you never seem to see

The excuse that men's needs, men's needs
Are found on greed, are found on greed
A man's needs, man's needs
Apply to me
You say your man's needs, man's needs
Apply to me
I don't agree
A man's needs

Oh-oh! Oh-oh!

*Another thing that helped was seeing an acquaintance of mine's ex (which was news to me) with some girl who is also an acquaintance. It just sort of confirmed in my mind that men really are controlled by their sex drives. I feel bad for the acquaintance, because she's wonderful and the guy she was with seemed like a total ass, but it helped me in a weird way. Mostly though, it just helped to see the ex looking like a twat.
**I just have two things to say about this picture: Ricky looks so ridiculously happy to have his arm around Kylie Minogue. It's so cute. Also, that was almost exactly what the ex had on tonight. Except Ricky looks hotter and far less ridiculous. And a third thing: guuuuuuuhh. That man has such power over me. It's rather sad. :D