A few months ago, I wrote about crossing paths with one of my ex’s. Normally I wouldn’t be worried, but this is the beautiful white woman that would’ve ended my dating madness. I know this is a shock for some of you, but she was the one that got away. And even while I write this, I take a deep sigh.
We finally crossed paths, in a strange way. Last week Dirt Bike Boy and his mom decided to go out to eat for dinner. I was invited, since the ex and I are cordial. Normally I would go and hang out with them for a bit. But for some reason I declined. About 30 minutes later I checked my phone and there was a text…
“Thought you should know.. we just ran into TW42 and her re-married husband at dinner… it’s their anniversary”
Wow! I was blown away. For the next 10 minutes I didn’t know what to say. So I responded back with one word, “kool”.
Was I cool? No. For a brief moment, my heart sank. I knew they reconciled and were back together. I knew that one day we would cross paths. But some how it gave me a weird feeling. And it also gave me closure, in some strange way.
The next 3 days TW42 was on my mind. I found myself checking out her Face book pictures. It stirred up a few deep memories of the time we shared. And after it was all said and done, I’m happy. I’m happy that she’s happy. Everything happens for a reason. I’m not sure what the reason is, but I’m sure it’s for the best. Now it’s only a matter of time before I cross paths with her face to face.
Isn’t this type of emotional connection reserved for women and not men?
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