I'll be giggling up a storm with a dude I just met, and just when he takes my hand and asks me to dance, I'll see my ex's face staring at me through the crowd looking at me all wounded like I just ran over his cat.
Or, I'll be yelling my phone number in another guy's ear and I'll look up to see my ex leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, shaking his head. My new guy won't even notice it, but I'll feel his stony stare searing into my skull like a shitty laser.
Why does he always have to magically appear when I try to get my swerve on? Did he affix a tracking tag under my skin when I wasn't looking? Did Scotty beam him in to this club? Is he a bloodhound, following my scent around the city? (For what it's worth, I do smell pretty good.) Sometimes, this town just feels too small.
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This always happens. It's like our exes have a radar that goes off whenever they sense we're achieving happiness that no longer includes them.
Yes! Exactly!
Philly is way too small for broken relations. I thankfully have not ran into my ex since we broke up. I hope that streak continues.
-dave
my ex dropped in on the first date I had after the end of our year-and-a-half relationship. I didn't have a panic attack. I consider that quite a victory.
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