Thank you for suggestions on what to write about — all were great and I promise I will answer all of them! Now it’s time for number two (oops didn’t mean to say it that way.) This time, from Jeana:

I’m curious about when you were engaged just because I never knew that you were until you mentioned it here.

I don’t have an issue with discussing the engagement — it happened a long time ago and basically was a bad idea. However, the person to whom I was engaged lives in the same area as I do and we have a couple friends in common. I’m not too comfortable about giving more personal details about him than I already have.

However! You many not have noticed there’s a fairly detailed description of the breakup already on this blog. I put it as an archive entry, all the way back to March of 1999. Go ahead and read it now, then join me back here: end of engagement post.

I did indeed jump at the first opportunity to move back to San Francisco, about 4 months after the engagement (and jumped right back in to the horrible danse macabre with Mr. X.)

I have not encountered the ex at all, for all these years. I do know that he’s married and seemingly happily so. I still have the rings, and laziness/poverty are the reasons I have not had them remade into something super and sparkly.

I don’t think about him all that much — we were definitely not meant for each other. I was gripped by that weird matrimonial “I should get married now” musical-chairs mania that people in their thirties often contract. The music stopped and I plunked right down next to the first single guy I found, and decided he would do. And he did not.