In Five Years
I showed up at the restaurant a few minutes late to meet my ex-boyfriend from college. When Nice Ex came up to me I barely recognized him–he was clean-shaven, tidy, and dressed in clothes far nicer than anything I ever saw on him when we were dating. “Aw, Mr. Country Bumpkin is all growned up!” I teased him. And into a sharp-looking trial lawyer–didn’t see that coming.
At first it was awkward but in that cute “I’ve seen you naked” kind of way. In spite of Nice Ex’s nervousness and my sleep deprivation, conversation came easily. I was definitely sizing him up for smoochability. He’s just as sweet and funny as I remember… maybe a friends-with-benefits thing could work out. It was definitely on the table. I thought he felt it too, especially when he ever-so-casually (and not at all convincingly) said, “so last I heard you were about to get married?..”
