Conversation with an ex boyfriend with whom it ended badly
Scene: Busy Seattle street. I am rushing, on my way to brunch with an aquaintance when I see a larger, baldy dude with a tall teenager next to him. Oh shit! It’s that guy
Him: (noticing me) Ahhhhh!
Me: Ahhhh! Uh….
(Pause while we try to remember social graces)
Him: Uh, you remember [his daughter]?
Me: Yeahhhhhh….how are…you…both?
Him: Fine. We’re fine.
Me: Me, uh, too.
Him: I like your…hair.
(another long pause)
Me: Okaaaaaygottagobye!
***
I brushed passed him and his daughter and literally RAN to my destination. Sigh. It’s moments like this that make me wish I had the tiniest bit of social grace…or at the very least a hot boy toy to cart around with me in case this situation happens again.
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They were sort of half-gasps, half-screams. Basically, we were screaming in each other’s faces, yes.
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Were those “Ahhhhs” screams or gasps or what? Not AHHH? Do describe. I like it when people scream in each others faces.