You know how sometimes history repeats itself?

Well in my life I’ve got this history… back when I used to date boys… they had the tendency to disappear. Now a few of my friends joke with me and allude to me burying them in the garden under the deck… but seriously… there is no exaggerating here…

First occurrence - > 2nd year uni… was dating this guy named graydon… went home for the summer after uni finished for the year… went down on the train to visit him in his hometown just before heading off on a holiday in Europe with my sister… Upon my return everything was still kosher… and I then headed back down to Ottawa to find a flat with one of my mates… On the way back we stopped in at the bloke’s house for a visit and a quick catch up before heading back on the road to Toronto… Again all was good. However that was the last time I ever heard from said bloke… He Stopped ringing didn’t return my calls… and then ultimately didn’t return to Uni that fall…MIA!!!!

Second occurrence: 3rd year uni… was living in Lyon in France. Met this lovely guy that I fancied the pants off of (literally) His name was Sylvain. We started seeing each other casually for about 2 weeks… then there was a bit of drama as this guy I knew from home pitched up and of threw a spanner in the works… we got past that… then he promptly fell off the radar.
But the real disappearance thing was that even his friends hadn’t heard from him… he didn’t return anyone’s calls and didn’t have any contact with anyone anymore… months passed and all of a sudden he re-surfaced! Almost like he had never been away… Of course I was well weary of him as I was beginning to think that I had this talent in making people disappear… We hung out a bit more and wouldn’t you know it… not but a few weeks later in some sort of panic relating to military service, he was gone again…. This time it was forever… okay well at least until I left the city… I know that the story leans towards him falling off the radar because of the other guy situation but truly it was quite a non issue…

I have never managed to figure out what happened in either situation… no warning… no clues… I mean even their mates had no idea what happened to them! Am I so horrible? Nahh… I don’t think so, I just think it’s funny that it’s happened to me so often… perhaps I’m a bit reinvent of this all since I’m sort of starting off a new relationship… brings up old paranoias… perhaps the fact that the person in question as of late is a bit less than local… and a bit more male than the last few people I’ve dated… I tell you… there are a lot of new things going on in my life… I don’t know quite how to write it all down… or even if I should… ahhh feck it. You only live once right?