The Extraordinary Night of the Ex-es
Fact truly is stranger than any fiction that I could ever imagine.
Last night, I
- danced with my ex‘s ex‘s ex (weird)
- met a man with 18 ex-es (and heard the whole story as to why he married and divorced 18 times: interesting, actually)
- listened to a loony ex-Texan (not interesting)
- lied to the ex-Texan and told him that my ex was my current boyfriend (bizarrely satisfying)
- received a text from my real ex (more weirdness)
- met a man who couldn’t quit talking about his two ex-es (again, not very interesting)
- met up with someone who felt compelled to report the status of another ex (in detail)
- ran into my ex-boss (who was with someone who is not his wife)
- also ran into an ex-coworker who is now an ex-nympho (kind of amazing)
- met my ex-boyfriend’s ex (I felt interrogated.)
- at night’s end, used my ex‘s rewards card to buy post-dancing provisions (salt, sugar, and chocolate)
I came home and felt exhausted by so much ex–excitement.
Does any of this ever happen to you? Am I the only one? Do you have a peculiar “ex” vignette to share?