The One With Mimi Smartypants

Hoegaarden @ Inn side out

Today I met up with an ex-date for the first time after our break up…. if you can call it that.

(Breaking up, apparently, is only for couples who were actually committed to each other. I don’t know about you, but I do think that breaking up means your heart was broken when you break up with someone. My heart did, so it was a break up. And I think it is a disease that I can’t blog without going to lengthy explanation in parentheses of some terms I used.)

The venue of choice was Inn Side Out, which was already packed with peanut-crunching, beer-guzzling customers by the time I arrived. While waiting for my ex-date to arrive, I spend many happy minutes crunching peanuts, guzzling beer and reading Mimi Smartypants.

Oh, happy times.

Anyway, the ex-date arrived and we caught up with each other’s lives. Maybe I had one beer too many, but I spilled some beer, salad and beef nachos onto my pants. Staring at the stain in dismay, I jokingly said that I am a full meal from the waist down; appetiser, main course and beverage.

That sounded a lot dirtier than I intended it to be.

Anyway, on to the ex-date. It might not be a closure, but it certainly was good knowing that we have moved on to better places.

And if you can separate what is fiction and what is not in this blog post, I would love to know you.

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