Old Dog... New Tricks...

Well, it had to happen sooner or later. Nothing lasts forever. Hey, look, thirteen years is a long time okay? What did you expect? Some relationships don't last nearly as long as this one did.
It's a bittersweet moment for me. It really is.
While I am looking forward to this new phase of my life, I can't help but think about the life I am leaving behind. This isn't the first such moment for me. Does that make it worse?
The one thing I have learned over the years is that change in inevitable and you have to accept that. You have to roll with the punches and you have to remember to take the good memories with you and just let go of the bad.
I won't remember the times she left me high and dry on more than one occasion. Or that she slowly became high maintenance when she use have simpler needs.
I know that it's not all her fault. There were things I could have done to keep things going. To fix the little things in this before they became the big things.
But I am not alone in blame. But thats not what this blog is about today. No.
Instead, being the magnanimous individual that I am, I will fondly recall they way she used to respond to my touch, the way I could set her racing on the very edge of control. It's a rare thing when you connect on that kind of level, you know?
Ah, the good times.
She demanded that sort of expertise. Her smooth curves and graceful body always made me smile. I loved to just run my hands along...
But I digress.
You have to have a steady, sure hand. That sort of confidence is rewarded.
But over the years things have changed. We have grown apart. True, she's not what she once was but that's not why we are going our separate ways. When it comes down to it, I have needs that she is simply not meeting. In fact, her outrageous demands on my time have become tedious.
I just don't have the strength to fight her anymore.
I need a little peace of mind. I need stability, energy.
Fun.
Remember when it was fun to play together?
I guess that I really just can't afford her moodiness any longer. I'm still young, I want to have fun.
Is that so wrong?
I hate myself for thinking it, I'll be honest. I feel no small amount of guilt for abandoning her like this. But the sad truth is that a man has to do what a man has to do.
And when you get a chance to trade in the old model for something as fresh and young as this...
Well. What would you do in my place?
That's right. I thought as much.
You too would ditch the balky '90 Celica for the cute little '04 Mazda 3 with the hot body and the leather bra.

My new hottie...