Save Mother Earth: Recycle

So I recently went to an event, and ran into two guys from my past. Both gorgeous, both single, both open to an er, reconnection...and both completely unrecyclable.

The first was The Lift, famous for being constantly high. It could be 6 a.m . on a Monday morning, or 3 p.m. in the afternoon, I don't think I've ever hung out with The Lift when he wasn't high. Sad part is that he's very, very intelligent., and has an AMAZING body. Sculpted by God, I tell ya. But that doesn't make up for the fact that he's always high. But he's little like soiled foil paper...you could recycle it, but the energy it would take just isn't worth it.

The second was Turtle. I hadn't seen him in over a year and he was still gorgeous. We chatted and went over in painstakingly great detail why it didn't work out between us. I reminded him that we'd dated off and on for two years without so much as a kiss. Then he suggested that we try again.
"Do you realize that we'd probably be in the same position today if I hadn't put a stop to our dating?" I asked.
"What's wrong with that?" he wondered. Apparently, he didn't see a problem with two people dating for (what would have been, if we'd continued seeing each other) 6 years without any physical interaction.

That was when I knew he was a styrofoam dude: technically recyclable, but for some inexplicable reason, it's not on the recycling list.

I also saw one of THE most gorgeous guys I've ever seen. He was tall, dark and obviously African, and looked like a model. I was in the process of presenting to him...when a familiar face showed up right beside him. Turns out he's Mr. Senegal's friend. Go figure. Even I won't take it to the tertiary level with that situation. LOL.

Speaking of recycling, I recently spent an entire day with an ex of mine...