I Ran Into An Ex At Von’s
An ex-what…I can’t say, as this was almost ten years ago when I picked relationships based on how high the guy ranked on the Lost Puppy scale [unlike now when I pick relationships based on on how high the guy ranks on the Lost Puppy scale, BUT…I’M CONSCIOUS OF IT…even while it’s happening (how this helps me, I’m still not sure…but I can definitely credit therapy for this ability)].
Anyway, the point is, why do these guys continue to turn up? I live in a big anonymous city so I can shuck the past along with last year’s Gap jeans. At least my last boyfriend had the decency to move out of LA (actually, according to my friends I “cast a spell” – which I was not aware of – that made him disappear into the ether…I must say, if I have this sort of power, it really might be worth my while to learn how to harness it and use it on Evil Health Insurance Companies, people who talk on their cell phones while checking out at Trader Joe’s, and, yes, ALL guys who know me in a biblical sense…). But anyway, while I can make peace with the past, I’m not sure how I feel about it coming up in my face while I’m picking out an onion for my enchilada casserole…
Just for today, I can have an ex encounter in the produce aisle.