Number one way to ruin a good buzz: Running into your ex boyfriend while he is out with his new girlfriend (particularly when you are looking far from your best… sigh).
After the fact, I can think of about 1289612 things that I wish I had done or said to him.
I wish I played his least favorite song on the jukebox and sang along.
I wish that I walked right up to him and introduced myself to his new girlfriend.
I wish that I flirted shamelessly with the bartender and was showing a little more leg.
I wish that I failed to even acknowledge his existence.
Instead, I did the only thing I could think to do: I raised a toast (loudly) to “douche bags everywhere” and promptly left the bar, thankful that he’s no longer my responsibility.
Putting the “ass” in “class”,
Q
