We all do it whether we like to admit it or not, we all recycle. I’m not talking about saving your plastic water bottles or aluminum cans for 5 cents a piece. I’m talking about recycling men.  No matter how independent we become as individuals we always remain dependent on some form of companionship. No one likes to be totally and utterly alone, including me, so we all can fall prey to reaching back in our memory AND cell phones to the fallen relationships, the unclosed chapters, and the whoever will respond first for a quick ego fix.

It’s a bit different in my case. In my case, I feel, that I’m the one that’s being recycled. I’m the one that’s been chosen to fall into a heavy rotation like the same songs on the radio getting played once an hour, someone makes an attempt at playing me once a month. They always come back. For whatever the reason is they always come back. And since there’s no one new, just at this moment, I’ll respond to a text, email, or phone call. Obviously if I had met my Prince Charming in their interm I would have ignored anyone’s attempt at a reunion but since I haven’t I keep an open mind and wait to listen to the lame excuse as to why they skipped out or why we slipped away in the first place, or frankly why they are a such a non-comittal “douchetard.

I’m not going to deny that both parties get something out of it, there’s a reason for the madness, one is we both get to fill a momentary void with someone we’re comfortable with and another reason is we both receive an ego boost and a confirmation as to why we’re so wonderful but perhaps so wrong for each other and for you ladies…a free meal and drinks isn’t that bad either.

As long as you keep in mind what and who you really want in your life and you don’t fall back into a stagnant relationship that has no hope of going ANYWHERE, I don’t see a problem with it. Company is practice for the real thing. Keep recycling until you get recycled out because eventually you might find yourself in a great relationship.