Earlier today, a friend had asked me if I was still watching the Bridgerton series on Netflix.
No, I am not.
I guess the latest season of Bridgerton had released earlier in the year. I stopped watching the series around the summer of 2025, around the time that I had completed the series and finished watching Season 3. I may have mentioned this in a previous entry, but I had gotten into the show on Cindy's recommendation and insistence that I tune in back in January 2025, not long after she and I had met. She wanted us to have something to talk about and in particular, she thought that I spoke the way that many of the characters in Bridgerton do. Prim and proper, I suppose. I guess I have a way with words and communication and clearly, she noticed. Cindy had told me that Season 4 was set to release in early 2026 and sure enough, it did. I wasn't a big enough fan of the show to track when the latest season would be coming out. I just took her word for it. I guess she was right. She followed that sort of thing.
Cindy and I stopped talking in September 2025. Cold turkey. Not a clue that this was going to be happening. It just happened. Without warning, she decided to stop texting and otherwise engaging with me. I don't think she died. No, I think she just walked away and opted to do so without a word. No parting shot. No Dear John letter. Not a fucking thing. Just gone.
So, when she up and wandered off, I pretty much stopped caring. I had to. I also decided that I no longer had any further reason to continue watching Bridgerton and so I stopped watching. I have no idea what happens in Season 4. Don't really care either. I think I'm done with the show as it is.
I'd sooner hop back on the PS5 and play anything on that console. Hell, anything on the Atari 2600 would be enough to hurl her over the edge. You see, Cindy hates video games. I think she always has, even well before she met me. She couldn't understand how one could devote so much time and effort to "playing games", especially when there's so much else out there in the outside world that one could be doing. She wasn't wrong, but it was never a point worth arguing. Cindy also hated that her 19-year old son would play video games, rather than dedicate some time and effort to finding a job and/or maybe going back to school to study something worthwhile or learn a trade. Something. Anything. But no, not video games. I don't know how he ended up. Last I heard, he was trying to become an Emergency Medical Technician. I can't say that he made it. Truthfully, I have zero idea. He wasn't dumb, but he didn't strike me as brilliant or gifted either.
Cindy was a decent enough person. Pretty. Definitely had a brain on her shoulders. We could talk and spend time together. She was very opinionated and strong-willed. Maybe a bit too strong-willed? For me, it was somewhat of a turnoff. I will be honest.
Me gustan las Latinas, pero mujeres como Cindy, te digo...no me caen.
She was always willing to get into an argument, if for no other reason, so she could make her points, ignore/disregard yours in the process, and otherwise consider herself the victor of that argument. I couldn't deal with that sort of thing. I'm not and have been the argumentative type, not even for the sport of it. It was rare that she'd ever hear me out, so I was always intent on avoiding any kind of confrontation with her. I would have preferred not to drain my energy reserves on arguments with her. It just wasn't worth it. Ever.
I'm going on six months since I had any contact with Cindy. Clearly, that ship has sailed. Frankly, I am of the mindset that the ship sunk not long after leaving the dock. I'm sure that somewhere, Cindy's still fighting those needless fights.
As for Bridgerton, in my head, I tossed a match onto it months ago and it has long since burned into nothing but ash, soot, and smoke.
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