I work from home. Hate to drive. And live near a cliff. It seems to me that I should be safe from running into ex-boyfriends, ex-dates, and the bartender I never called back. Unfortunately, you no longer have to leave your house to experience the ex-factor. You simply have to sign up for MySpace, Facebook, or Friendster, and wait for Cyber Space to set you on a collision course.
The first “poke” I received online was from the rolling skating lawyer I dated who giggled when he drank. Unfortunately, this was followed by the Blind Bastard, and then the brainy librarian who cheated on me in college. And while I no longer knew anything about them--thank God--they suddenly knew the statistics of my dating life.
Was I married? No. Kids? Nope. In a relationship? Not so much.
And so I did what any smart single slightly buzzed woman would do in my situation, I deleted myself from every social site that I belonged to, quickly reducing the ex-factor. But luckily for me, 101 Reasons to Drink is a lot harder to find. Well, I hope so!
What’s your worst run-in with an ex?
3.08.2008
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I HATE my ex. And running into my ex was unexpected. What I should have done was literally run into him, I was in my car when I saw him. For years I fantasized about what I would do when I saw him and his Frankenstein bride. But I just kept rolling along.
You can run...but you can't hide!
You're so right about the online social sites. But sometimes I want them to look, you know, to see that I've moved on and I'm good without them. Plus, you only need to paste your best and happiest pictures and they never have to know you gained 20 pounds.
Worst run in...it was actually a run in with his friends. And I wasn't at my best. Pretending you don't see someone in a bar when it's just you, the bartender, and a group of his closest friends--well let's just say pretending they aren't there only lasts so long. I love this blog. Nicole, I feel like we must have met in another life, or possibly this one?
I just went to my high school reunion....'nough said!
Lets just say theres not enough cocktails when I run in to my Ex.
Sorry it took me so long to post......I was forwarding your blog to all of your ex's.
Worst run-in with an ex: When I had to go to an event where my future (now present) husband and the ex I dumped to date him both showed up at my short film gala premiere... and the ex had been drinking...heavily. Yup, that was more fun than a barrel of dead monkeys.
Oh no, the "X" stories. My worst run-in has got to be the time I ran into an Ex who wasn't Mr. Right by any stretch but grrrr-eat in bed ... and promptly hopped right back in the sack with him! A year later, he called me out of the blue when we were both in between relationships and, yep, you guessed it, I buckled to more calisthenics. I know, I know... Happened one more time before I moved, changed my #, changed my identity, exited the house only in disguise and avoided MySpace, Facebook, LinkedIn and the like. Happy to report I'm now recovered from those "safe" Ex-capades. And Kenny Cocktails...you are too funny!
Recovered Ex-Girl
I try to leave all my exs in far to reach places like Australia and pray Quantas does run discount fares.
I was with a girlfriend minding my own business at Swingers when I thought I saw ol' exie on the street. My friend boldly yelled his name across Beverly Boulevard repeatedly. Of course everyone turned around. It wasn't him but the anxiety was just the same...especially with everyone staring at us! Ex-run-ins...sends a chill down the spine!
I've just been informed by match.com that my ex (insert total a**hole) and I are a 90% match! Ugh - I'm off to have a drink!
Worst run in with an ex was probably when i ran into the guy i was cheating on my boyfriend with, WITH my boyfriend! Even worse is being found by guys you rejected in pre-spacebook days, looking to spark a new flame. Gross.
CaliGirl says:
You are on to something with these damned social sites. Why is it my responsibility after going through a break-up to also have to alter this weird public record of my relationship "status"? One week? Too cold and quick. Five weeks? Taking too long to get over him. I almost deleted all my social site profiles in just such a snit two weeks ago. Thank goodness Facebook, unlike MySpace, doesn't demand a relationship declaration of yea or nay. I mean, where else am I going meet my next ex?
worst run in with an ex? oh...that would be at an ob/gyn office, waiting for my appt. and seeing my ex and his newly prego wife. yeah, that was awkward.
worst ex run in? in my bed.....never good.
I believe Tallulah Bankhead handled it best. On seeing a former lover for the first time in years she casually said, "I thought I told you to wait in the car.”
First, let me set the scene… it is a company Christmas party. The office is packed with hundreds of people I barely know sipping up the free booze. I, have just recently made the resolution to have a proper relationship; to take dating seriously… basically, to break the cycle of bad ideas that lead to bad relationships. I have just returned from the bar with a nice glass of red when I spot across the room a good looking man smiling at me. And yes I checked, he was smiling at me! I casual turn my attention back to my group of friends so I can – a) concealing my Cheshire cat grin and b) put together a plan that was NOT from the cupboard of bad ideas.
So, I took a deep breath and made my move… I turned, made eye contact, and smiled back. (Look there weren’t many options in the cupboard of good ideas).
To my surprise, he smiled flirtatiously back. Hang on! A man in Los Angeles, is actually flirting with me?? For the next five minutes we play this exhilarating chess game of flirting; “upping the ante” with each move. I can’t believe my luck! This could be it. This could be my proper relationship.
Flirting man then signals for us to rendezvous in the middle of the room. I can barely contain my excitement. He says something to his friend, who has his back to me, as he is excusing himself from the group. His friend, smiling, turns his attention to me. We lock eyes… as the moment of recognition clicks. The friend’s smile instantly switches into a look of… contempt / anger / hatred… feel free to choose one.
I’m frozen, in shock, and can only standby helplessly as I watch the friend (aka David…aka the ex…aka the prince of the top shelf of bad ideas) tell the flirting man that I am probably a “bad idea”.
My worst run in...was actually my worst phone in...long story short - I was "making out" with my new boyfriend, acidentally layed on top of my phone and of all people dialed my ex! So needless to say - he got an earful...
Holly, I'll have to look into relocating my ex-boyfriends. Or myself. Because Australia sounds delightfully far away!
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