On Tuesday, while out and about, I stopped at a little shopping center in my neighborhood to get a sandwich at the deli. It should be noted that I'm in this shopping center all the time. It's about 6 blocks from my house, and is home to my favorite coffee shop, the closest drugstore, and a post office. And a legendary Italian deli that happens to have an incredible veggie sandwich on a wheat roll.
I was tired, headachy, and it was the first full day of my period (thus the sudden and pressing need for a deli sandwich). The deli tends to be crowded--it really is that good--so I was crossing my fingers that the line wouldn't be too bad, given that it was a little after 2 pm. I parked my car, got out, and started walking toward the deli, when I saw my ex walking out of it, toward the drugstore at the end of the shopping center.
So I did what any mature 31 year old would do: I pivoted in the middle of the parking lot, walked right back to my car, and drove home. ;)
In that moment, I knew I had exactly two choices: to say eh, not today and scram (like I did), or to walk up to him, give him an inevitably awkward hug, exchange some small talk about the past six years, smile a lot, and likely conclude with something like "sure, let's be in touch!" Remember that scene from Sex and the City (season 6, episode 1) when Carrie runs into Aidan and his baby in front of the furniture store? They have a friendly but slightly uncomfortable conversation, agree to meet for coffee sometime, and then she muses that this is what exes do: say they're going to meet for coffee, but in all honesty, neither of them means it. What a sad and true thought.
You know who the first person I told about this was? Matt. I really am so lucky to have a boyfriend who not only understands the weirdness of situations like this, but also that he's the first person I wanted to talk to. Last night, we stayed up talking for hours (in our bed with glasses of wine). We talked a little about my past relationship, and we watched a home video of his from years ago, when he was married to his first wife and Jasper was little. It was all very sweet, and it feels so good that we can sort of . . . revisit the past without feeling weird about it. I am so thankful for him.
Have you ever randomly run into an ex? Tell me about it.
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