Blast from the Past

I just heard from my exboyfriend the other day. He is getting married in two weeks...and he lives in a shipping container. Let me backtrack for a minute. O is my only "true" exboyfriend. The rest of the guys from my past were never officially my boyfriend (does that make me sound like a 5th grader?). We met through mutual friends in his fraternity (he was two years older and went to a college near my hometown). We dated in college on and off from the summer after my sophomore year until he broke up with me at the beginning of senior year (in the middle of sorority rush none the less!). He told me that he loved me but wasn't in love with me. I was devastated at the time, but looking back, I realize how right he was. I was headed towards corporate life and he was a hippie at heart. He started dating his fiancee (well technically before we broke up...but I'm over that and it's another story). And five years later, they're living in a converted shipping container in Portland and are getting married.

Everything turned out for the best though. He's living the hippie life he was always meant for and I have SF Dude. I wouldn't have been happy with the life he wanted. I don't want to live in a converted shipping container. I don't really like the ring he designed for his fiancee (it's a tension setting with three stones I don't recognize). I'm more of a traditional girl. Like this (I don't know why the picture is so big):

But anyways, it's interesting to see a flash of where my life could've gone. And I'm happier with where it is now.