The EX Beeper

I have a theory that men are all issued a beeper at birth that alerts them when their ex girlfriends (or be it the case, boyfriends) meet someone else or are finally stable in their lives. I met a fell-off-the-boat thick accented German automotive engineer (guess which car company he works for) the other night at one of my favorite hangout spots. He's very nice, athletic, successful, intelligent, etc, etc. I'm not really interested in dating anyone at the moment, but he could be a nice distraction. Anywhoo, I get to my office Monday and lo-and-behold I have a myspace message from the ex's roommate, Ken. I am almost positive Ken had a huge hand in our breakup and I'm not sure why he feels it necessary to contact me. I don't even speak to the ex anymore (see previous posts). All I can conclude is someone's beeper went off.

More than anything, I'm annoyed. I'm annoyed that the cat comes back without fail. I ran into one of the ex's friends, David, Saturday afternoon as well. He asked what happened and I was sure he would have at least heard something. David said to me that I was out of my ex's league and if he saw/sees me he'll regret it instantly. David saw him over Christmas and said that he looks like the weight of the world is bearing down on him. I should feel vindicated by this but I feel saddened instead.

How can I have a balance? Can I have this kid in my life or is it impossible? I don't want to be dragged down by him every time I get a leg up. I want to disable his beeper. I really want to make Ken feel about two inches tall and close off that connection, but how?

Everything else in my life is starting to balance. I'm not doing any plays anytime soon but I know that I will eventually. I haven't heard from grad schools so I'm in the limbo period but I'm holding up well. Things are looking up whether they like it or not. I'm okay and right now, that's not a bad place to be. I just want to euthanize the cat.