The River Of Foolishness That Flows Beneath

(* Title of this blog has been changed. This one is more adequate)

Blogger put me on ice for a few days. They thought I could be a potential Spammer.  But I'm back today with confirmed news.  Yes, my favorite ex-boyfriend is getting married next month. 

It's not a surprise.  I heard about a potential marriage from several reliable sources.  But for some reason, mutual friends of ours have assumed that if I found out about the wedding I'd... 

a.) circumvent the hostesses at the church and take the bride out at the knees like Michael Strahan as she's walking down the aisle, or 

b.) Get a sharp razor and run a warm bath. 

Oh Contraire Ami.  Please... The ship that our relationship was on has sailed and sank many years ago.  Over the years we've managed to stay cordial (which almost ended when he had a 4am drunken episode on my porch last year ).  I even met the fiance a few months ago.. which is why I'm writing.

Does this woman know what she's about to be legally bound to? 

Is she clueless to the river of foolishness that flows beneath the surface of this dude?

The reason why he's my favorite ex is because he taught me how to LIVE and be whoever you are no matter what people think.   This dude was WILD!!! We had the most fun together... so much so that we were down right obnoxious.  Our couple antics were like a dance off.  Who could push the envelop the furthest.  Being with him was like having the shackles taken off of me, especially coming from the "Stepford" relationship I was in previously.

However, being a Gemini, dude had another side.  At the time, he was also a super intelligent medical student, who graduate high school at 15.  

On the flip side... the same guy that came from the gutters of Newark, Derty Jerz to the core... Timbos, blunts and stolen merchandise.  

Yet! also the same dude that put a vanity license plate on his red convertible that read "SEXYMD", had china and place settings, and loved the color pink (another story for another time).  A very dynamic guy with a host of issues... as you could image. 

After meeting his fiance at a social event... let's just say I was Underwhelmed.  She was very nice, also a physician.  They met at the hospital.  But...and she would even have to agree with me... she was a bit... well.. alot a bit... frumpy and plain.  Private school bred... Beige... Safe.  Again, very nice.  Distressing and to my amazement, He was a totally a different man around her! 

Ladies & Gentlemen...a Stepford Fiance!!!!  

But true to the guy I knew, as the night went on, he left her at the table sipping on a drink looking uncomfortable and out of place, while he went off with his boys somewhere of in another part of the party, probably to be his true, rowdy, unpredictable self.  

They say opposites attract... but I can't help but to think that he may be suppressing a big part of himself to finally gain that professional image and status. Is it worth hiding or even killing a part of yourself?  Yes, people grow up, but character doesn't change. 

I wish them luck.  But I can't help to wonder if one day that old self will jump out.  Sexy MD will rear his loud, drunken, pierced, and sexually confused head.  

When all the characteristics that had to be kept underwraps to perpetuate the perfect Buppie life start to seep out, will ol'girl will fall off the couch like "Who the hell are you!?!"