… God has a wicked sense of humor. I can prove it.
What’s worse than bumping into someone you once dated looking absolutely horrible – like ripped pantyhose, tea stained blouse, haven’t washed my hair in two days horrible? Why bumping into him looking that way on Valentine’s Day while he’s out with his new love, of course. Not only did she appear ten years my junior but her hair was clean too. Figures.
Even though I looked like a vagrant I could see the painful regret in his eyes as he glanced back at me longingly when we parted. At least that’s how I am going to retell that story to the grandchildren Nathan Fillion and I will have. Someday, Nathan. Someday.
Never mind the reality of the whole incident. I’ve moved on and gorged myself sick with half priced Valentine’s Day candy. Pity be damned when there’s chocolate to be eaten.