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As I was waiting for the cashier to ring up my chicken-flavored cat treats (free with one 14-lb container of Tidy Cat cat litter), I glanced back at the ever-growing line of post work/pre American Idol grocery shoppers. I was just about to turn back to swipe my credit card when something caught my eye. A man was in line about three people behind me, and he looked vaguely familiar. Wait. Is it? No. Could it be? Oh my gosh. It is. It was Orangehat Goatee – live in the flesh.
It had been so long since our split that I barely remembered his face, and seeing him out of context like this really threw me. I craned my neck to see if I could get a look at his grocery cart. Was he buying a lot of food, or just a little? Is he seeing someone else now? Were there any air fresheners or wine coolers in his cart? He was too far away for me to tell, which frankly, was probably a blessing in disguise because had he been any closer, he would have seen the contents of my cart: frozen pizza, generic nighttime cold medicine, sugar free cough drops, People Magazine, and Monistat 7.
But I’ll tell you right now, had he been behind me in line, I would have given him an earful:
No, I don’t want to talk about it. Look, you made it clear that you didn’t want to work things out, so don’t come up to me in the express lane at the Jewel and act like everything’s fine.
That doesn’t matter. It took me way too long to get over you, O., and I’m not going back to square one. Besides, I’m in love with someone else now.
That’s really none of your business, now is it? No, I’m not going to tell you who it is.
No, his name is not Scott S. Dale, smart-ass. Just because Seattle and I fell in love doesn’t mean I fall for every city I visit. God, are you still jealous over that Seattle thing?
Well I can tell you this – he appreciates me for who I am and sees a side of me that no one else does. He brings out my carefree, creative spirit – something you never even knew I had.
Well, no, I haven’t told him how I feel. But that doesn’t really matter. What matters is that he talks to me about things. At least my relationship with him isn’t one-sided, like it was with you.
Look, Orangehat. What we had was special. I’m not going to deny that. But I’ve moved on, and I think you should, too. I’ve got to go – my pizza is starting to defrost. Take care of yourself, will you?
Well, I guess it’s for the best that we didn’t talk. I don’t want to open up old wounds, and now that I’m madly in love with someone else, I don’t even think about him anymore. Orangehat. Always wearing that stupid orange hat. Wonder if he still has that hat. That hat sure looked nice on him.
Posted by runjenrun at May 26, 2005 06:01 AM
Oh man, it's always so hard to run into ex's like that.
I wonder where is orange hat was?
Posted by: AB at May 26, 2005 07:43 AM
Ooh, air fresheners and wine coolers. I agree, definite turn-offs. And while it's really hard to run into someone you love(d) whether they're packing the box wine or not, it's good that you can remember why he wasn't good for you in the first place. The fact that you figured it out without the messiness of conversation is really just a bonus. As they say at the checkout line, "Next!"
Posted by: Anonymous at May 26, 2005 09:00 AM
Hmm..did he see you at all?
Posted by: teahouseblossom at May 26, 2005 07:15 PM
C'mon people, no one's asking the obvious question: Well, Jenny, who's the new headgear?
Posted by: Robert at May 27, 2005 07:39 PM
people are always making fun of me when i relocate after each break up. but who's laughing now? i scream into instant messenger as i forward them a link to this entry.
it's time you put the settle in seattle. (i'm totally selling that line to the chamber of commerce...)
Posted by: brando at May 28, 2005 12:03 AM
B: What do they say? Something about the fire that burns twice as hot only lasts half as long? Something like that. Well, that was Seattle for me. Torrid. Steamy. Brief. Unforgettable. Send that to the chamber of commerce!
R: Ha ha! Sadly, I'm not at liberty to reveal more details, as a few simple web searches could lead straight to this site. I must bide my time. Wait for the right moment to strike...
Posted by: Jenny at May 29, 2005 09:56 AM
