it wasn't nearly as bad as i thought it would be . i broke up with him (all he wanted was sex; that wasn't cool with me) in march, 2002. i ran into him 3 weeks after that at the club where we first met, and he behaved so abominably that i was a mess for a while (it had been hard enough as it was). that night he showed that he never had any respect for me (he was fucked up and tried to hook up with me like i were a prostitute), but it also showed how much of an ass he was, and it was upsetting for me to know that i had stuck with that for so long . but i only go to the same clubs, and there aren't that many in l.a. that play my type of music to begin with (small world). i'd been paranoid about running into him for a while now. last night, i heard my name called from behind, turned around, and there he was. "haven't seen you in a while," he said. and then, "are you ok ?" he was lowering his head, looking up with his eyes, with the face on the smilies above, using a tone one would use to someone who's just suffered the death of a loved one. "yeah," i said, not understanding his tone or look at all, "why wouldn't i be?" "o! hey, now! don't take it like that or anything!!!" if he had been wondering if i still hadn't gotten over our 3-month relationship after a year, i think he's gotta take a bit of a reality check. this run-in was great, 'cause he really made a fool of himself, once again, and when we parted company, i not only wondered why i had been so worried, but actually enjoyed the meeting. there's no way anything he could ever say now could bother me, for so many reasons . i just hadn't had enough faith in that. it's kinda like earthquakes; when there hasn't been one for a while, people get nervous. then a minor one hits that no one even feels, and people feel safe again .