I had the distinct pleasure of running into an ex while out at a bar with my husband and friends recently.
“Ex” might be too familiar of a term to describe someone I dated casually for about four weeks.
On his way out he walked right by me so there was no avoiding saying hello without going uncomfortably out of my way to escape.
So we said hello and I introduced him to my husband and a couple friends I was standing with.
Now this particular character was always highly skilled at maneuvering private conversations in public spaces, and in about two seconds he managed to get enough space between me and my companions to do just that.
He did not, of course, ask anything about my recent marriage.
Instead he asked about my job, and when I told him I am a producer at a local news station, he responded, “Really? I thought you said you wanted to be a writer?”
So I jumped into a quick defense, explaining how I am writing constantly while at work.
He questioned that, saying that it sounded more like I was in charge of things than that I was writing at all.
I tried to explain the difference between the definition of “produce” and the role of a television news producer, but I ended up just trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.
He offered me financial advice, since he’s working as a broker these days, and finally exited, but not before pulling me in for a quick kiss on the cheek.
A bold move in front of my husband, needless to say.
The whole situation left me with an unsettled feeling and I immediately regretted wasting even a minute defending the current status of my life and career.
And then I regretted letting someone like that inspire any sense of regret.
What a long and boring cycle.
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