Went to the barber during lunch today. Ran into an ex. The one who first told me about the place. I was cordial, as I am with (almost) all of my exes. I met him years ago before I moved to New York, but he was not the reason why I moved. We met in February, I moved in June, we were history by October. He dumped me, to go back to someone he was previously seeing. Someone fourteen years his junior. Dont know if theyre still together. Dont really care. That was 98, this is 05. He still has a jet set life and was just back from Egypt, Greece and Turkey. He also has several pounds around his mid-section and a noticeably fuller face. When we parted, he said, Ill call you. He wont. Neither will I.
The journey continues.
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Perfect, classy, way to handle and ex….good job!
I’m sure those 10 minute you had with him could have been spent swatting flies outside instead.
I could’ve sworn I saw this scenario on an episode of SATC.
NEXT!