Lazy Sundays

What a busy day today and yet so uneventful at the same time. I went and signed up at a gym today. Then I worked out for an hour! Operation, get six pack back, is in full effect. Considering that I haven't had one for upwards of ten years now, this might be a little difficult but I am up for the challenge. I then came home, showered, napped, tried unsuccessfully to hang stuff up on the walls in my apartment and just got back from dinner with my friend Christian who I haven't seen in almost two years! Now I am sitting here wondering what I should do for the rest of the evening. I have plenty of things to cross off my to do list and I am just unmotivated to do them. Ryan text me, drunk at 4:30 wanting me to pick him up in Cleveland and I said I would but after my dinner plans and now he is once again M.I.A. I'm sure if he was capable of having feelings that he would be mad that I didn't answer my phone at 1:29, 2:03, texts at 2:04 and call at 4:05 this morning and I couldn't go pick him up until after dinner but oh well. I cannot make someone a priority in my life that only makes me an option. And I have learned that I cannot help those that don't want to help themselves. A major weakness of mine typically. I pointed out via text message today to the ex that we are neighbors. He said that Ian told him and asked my exact location, which is literally across the street. He never text me back after that. Either he is still in shock or just didn't want to, I suppose I will never really know. I did see him pulling out as I was pulling in just a minute ago, confirming that he does in fact live across the street from me. My situation, or lack there of for that matter, with him, reminds me of one of my favorite movies; Serendipity. With John Cusak and Kate Beckinsale and both meet one night in NY and after a wonderful evening she leaves their reunion up to the God's. After a week of missing each other and twists and turns, they once again find themselves 5 years later, in the exact location that they spent that one magical evening. As much as I dream my life to be like the big screen or a fairy tale, my life seems to be playing out similar with this guy but without the happy ending. Why can't I for once be the exception and not the rule? Why can he not just walk over here and profess his undying love for me and we live happily ever after? If only life were a fairytale, I would not be so enamored by toolboxes.