The Ides of March

A great graffiti picture that has nothing to do with the title or the post.

Well, for those of you that live under a rock, the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament has begun (read also as "MARCH MADNESS") and has definitely lived up to the hype.  More than eight upsets have occurred as of late, and the Sweet Sixteen has only begun.  It's insanity in America, and I'm right there with them.  I didn't even have a bracket filled out, but I did do round-by-round, and even that was craziness.

Yet I've been focusing on much more than college basketball in the past few weeks.  I've had some ups, quite a few downs, and a few loop-de-loops.  On the last Friday of February I split with my girlfriend of 4 months.  I know some of you are thinking "Wow, what a lame-o.  Get over it,"  Don't you worry, I did.  I was out going nuts with a few girls three days later, which to some would be a little fucked up, but I didn't care.  I felt that if my girlfriend was going to be heartless, then it's a courtesy to return the favor. 

Two weeks passed before we spoke to each other again.  From the stories that a mutual friend told me, my ex had been frantically trying to get a hold of me for a few days, texting and snapchating me at lest four times a day.  When I finally got around to giving her a call, the words she uttered threw me for a loop.  She said, and I quote, "I felt terrible about ending our relationship the way we did, the guilt I have is always around me, can we get back together?"

And what did I say?  "I would love to." 

Who wouldn't?  She was the perfect girl (a cherry, THS!  lolz).  Funny, smart, chill, beautiful, charming, amazing, just perfect.  And I really can't let her go again.