Epilogue: When it Rains, It Pours

As you may remember from my previous post, "When it Rains, It Pours," last week I was lucky enough to have an incredibly drunken encounter with one of my ex-boyfriends (see the post for the whole story). Well, drunken ex ended up leaving a sweater at my house (which I have suspicions about, I think he left it there on purpose) and has been calling me ever since to try and get it back. Yesterday I decided that enough was enough, and it was time to get the sweater back to drunken ex so I didn't have to endure any more phone calls. We decided we would meet at the Front Page, and he mentioned he wanted to buy me some drinks in order to make up for his behavior the other night. I spot him immediately when I walk in to bar. He is standing by the juke box, playing lots of songs that we used to enjoy together. Once he finishes with our musical walk down memory lane, we go and sit at the bar and order drinks, and he begins apologizing to me for his stupid behavior. One drink becomes two, two becomes three, three becomes four, and within the span of an hour we are laughing and talking like we are old friends (and like I didn't break up with him over the phone by telling him one random Friday night to never call me again). At some point, the John Mayer song, 'Your Body is a Wonderland" starts playing and ex looks at me very seriously and says, "this song always reminds me of you." Uh-oh! I know I don't like where this conversation is heading... Well, ex begins to tell me what an amazing person I am, how lucky he was to have dated me, how I was way too good for him and how he has never gotten over me (keep in mind we only dated each other for a few months). It was awkward. I didn't know what to say at that point, so, I said the first thing that came to my mind; "I think it is time for a shot." We took our shot, the conversation continued for a little while longer, and I finally told ex it was time for me to go home. As I walked him to the metro, he grabbed me in his arms to hug me goodbye. As he embraced me, TIGHTLY, he whispered in my ear, "you are going to make some guy really lucky." I walked away. It was like a scene out of a bad movie.

I realized after reading over what I just wrote, that I am really coming off like a cold and heartless bitch. I assure you though, that if you actually knew ex (CPT, can you back me up on this one please??) you would realize that I have been more than kind.

Anyway, the moral of this cautionary tale, getting together with an ex is never a good idea, period, end of story. I don't doubt that ex and I will cross paths again, but next time, I'll smile and walk away.