About two months ago, on a Sunday evening, I decided to go to one of my favorite burger joints for dinner. I noticed my ex boyfriend's car across the alley. I assumed he was at the bar that also is across the alley. He wasn't.
I opened the door and headed in for a burger. As soon as I took my seat I felt eyes on me. I looked over to see my ex looking at me. When our eyes connected, he shot me a look that seemed to say, "Oh great. She's here."
He had totally given me the stank face. I didn't think men were capable of the stank face. I stand corrected.
I chuckled and opened up my laptop. Haters are gonna hate and I had work to do.
About five minutes after getting my burger, the bartender approached me.
"Excuse me," he started.
"Yes," I said finishing the bite I had just taken.
"The gentleman at the end of the bar says he knows you."
"Uh-Huh," I said.
"He says he'd like to pay for your food."
I had a choice to make. I could take the offer as a massive insult or a tremendous compliment. Who gives someone the stank face and then pays for their dinner? Also, when we were together he acted as though I couldn't function without him. I still have no clue where he got this misguided notion from. I chose to take this gesture as a compliment and not put the bartender in an awkward position.
"I'll allow it," I conceded.
Before my burger was finished, my ex had left. I continued my work on my laptop and laughed at the irony. We both live in my city's downtown area, so seeing each other is a given. To me, it isn't a big deal. He's my past and my future is bright.
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