The D word.

The D word.  The D word is the code word I use for the ex love of your young baby life and or your ex future.  We don't name the puppy these days, just call him/her... The D word.  I will go ahead and share with you that I have been fortunate, or unfortunate enough to care about two special people, both names started with D.  As does the word dating.  So... it only makes sense to us. 

So none of my blogs have necessarily been about boys.  So this one, and hopefully only this one will be about it.  Living with two beautiful and intelligent young women, there are many boys that run through the talk of everyday dinner and social talk.  Although none of us let boy talk fill the complete air of all of our conversations, they always seem to creep up at some point.  One of my girlfriends who is happily boo'd up brought it to my attention that all of her single friends are all in contact with their ex boyfriends.  I, who am perfectly happy being lonely (really I am, not just a sad plea that I convince myself of) am one hundred percent guilty of this, as are both of my roommates.  We don't keep in every day touch with them, but there is always touch.  As I date or not date others and months go by, it begins to feel weird that I have not "checked up" or the D word has not "checked up" on me.  It is nothing big, but maybe just a hello, how have you been? 
-Why?

If I ever do decide that I am ready to move into a relationship is this something that I need to kiss good bye as well? . . . Obviously the D word blog has caught me in a good mood tonight, because I am not always as positive about our "check ins" . . . Sometimes, ... often times, I want to slowly cut one, or both of the D words, mainly one though.  I think D words like to slowly string women along as a back up plan, or is that what we are doing?  Who is really guilty?  Can we really blame each other? 

Eh gross.  In my case, I really do care about the(se) D word, as a person.  We both are well, but do not go well together.  It is almost as if we like to sometimes check to make sure the flame is still there, and once we do... the same things happen and we go back to our normal lives without each other.  Phsycotic  right? .... right.  I do however know that almost all of my girlfriends have been guilty of this act on more than one occasion.  The D word.  The word to use to mention when you are walking out the door and you are asked, where are you going?  The D word, that is your answer.  A way to let everyone know, you know how stupid you are, and to remind them that they are as well because we all have our guilty pleasure, our D word.  Damn you D word. 

I can't keep up with these turning tables.