Reminded why I am single

I have not been up to a lot.

I am sure I have done something interesting enough to mention but it is slipping my mind.  Though the last couple of days have added some weirdness that seem noteworthy.

Before that I did do dinner out with Simon, Joe and Firmin on Friday at Black Sheep in Mosgiel, which was pleasant.  After which we watched Avatar: The Way of Water which was less pleasant a use of a Friday evening.  Some of the special effects were amazing, but others were less so.  And the story was mediocre and full of plot holes.  James Cameron is spending so much money, couldn't some of it be on writers - writers are fairly cheap in the scheme of things.

Anyway, the weirdness I was to write of.

Last night I went out for dinner.  Dragged out really.  On an organised by my mother family dinner with one of my best friends from primary school, who moved away when I was a kid and I had only talked to a few times as a teenager and then pretty much never again.  One of my childhood friends now being friends enough with my mother to be shouting her family to dinner out with his is weird.

His restaurant we were at was nice though.  I should probably be plugging it since he shouted me dinner, but being that I don't currently seem to have much in the way on New Zealand readers it wouldn't achieve much.  But if anyone reading this is from Dunedin, go eat at Biggies Pizza.  And no, I did not go for a 20 inch pizza.

Upside of the evening, I managed to be seated far enough away from my mother that I didn't have to speak to her much.  So my year of hardly having spoken to her continues so.  Who knew having nothing she wanted from me would be so useful a thing.

Today's weirdness was milder.

Coming home from an appointment in town I bumped into my most recent ex, the bus driver.  And was very quickly reminded why it was never very serious.  He is a nice enough guy, but he is a lot.  And he also told me he is now engaged, and that he met his current while dating me.  Part of me feels like I should have feelings about that, but I realised I don't.  I just feel a little sorry for the woman marrying him.  Though from the context of how they met she went in with more warning of what she was in for than I had had.

Also, fucking pansexual cliches.  Date me, then go marry a woman because heteronormativity is so much easier.