Thursday, July 15, 2010

Of all the Publix in all the world...

I am 94.7% sure that I ran into my ex-boyfriend last week in Publix.  Let me set the scene- me, in my workout clothes and sweaty hair walking down the frozen food aisle in search of something vegetarian for dinner.  Dave was around the corner picking out some beer.  Coming towards me is this guy, who is staring intently and kind of looks like he wants to say something to me.  I stare back, mostly because I can't actually see him very well but also because if he's staring at me, then I should be staring at him.  Just as he gets close enough to to actually say something, and he looks like he's going to, it registers with me who he is and I scowl and turn my head and keep on walking.  I swear, I didn't mean to scowl.  I don't actually have anything against this guy- it was just a reaction.  Dave came around the corner not long after that, calling my name.  I turned and noticed 94.7 ex looking at me, in the ice cream section (which he had quite an affinity for, if memory serves).

Why am I only 94.7% sure it was him?  He was way skinnier and his hair seemed like it might've been a different color- what there was of it.  The last I'd heard, he'd bought a house and I thought I remembered it being in Marietta or something, so I can't think of a reason for that particular ex to be in my neck of the woods.  But it really did look like him- a skinnier him- and he seemed to want to talk to me... but who knows, really.

I cannot look back on the time I was with the Publix ex with any sort of fond memories.  He was not a nice guy- eh, that's not true.  He was a nice enough guy, but he didn't treat me very well, and I let that happen.  There was not much good happening in that relationship for either person involved.  Not one of my friends liked him.  I'm not sure I even liked him that much.  But I almost have to be thankful for the whole situation.  If he had been nicer to me- if he had not gotten other girls' phone numbers while we were out together- I might not have taken the job in the DR.  I wouldn't have met Dave.

I do wish I'd had my sassy new haircut and not been sweaty when I did see him, though.  If it was him...