Last night I was on a not-so-exciting date with what I would describe as possibly the most ordinary guy on the planet when I realized that next to me was an ex. Yes, an ex-boyfriend, or ex-date, whatever you would call a guy you went out with for 2-3 months, were pretty intimate with (hello naked time!) but it just didn't work out. "Didn't work out" because he didn't think it would work out and you were a big baby about it, which pretty much destroyed any possible friendship afterwords or potential of a reconciliation. But he was just so cute! The cutest guy I ever dated! I didn't want it to end; I could barely believe it was happening to begin with!
Anyway, back to the date at hand. I see exboyfriend. Hug. Awkward conversation where I forget to congratulate him on his recent tour. Yes, I have a thing for guys in bands. Instead, like an idiot, I bring up our mutual friend whom he also dated before me. Another possible awkward spot. Then I end it very abruptly and say it was good to see him. However, the entire date, because yes he and I are both on dates, we can hear each others' conversations and my guy is talking about pens I can stop thinking about the amazing oral sex ex gave me six or seven years ago, and I'm nodding, hoping ex is not paying attention to what we're talking about.
I left my boring date in the car in front of my house with a hug and I think that's the last I'll see of him. Our cheeks brushed, an attempt at a kiss on his part, but I wasn't in the mood.
Awkward!
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