In the middle of my conversation with a colleague over lunch at the elegant department store, I feel somebody is looking at me. I look up and there she is. My ex-ex boyfriend's ex-ex-ex girlfriend. In this equation I'm the ex-ex girlfriend. We are both on the other side, i.e. post-relationship with this man and may be that is the reason I feel connected to her. In a good way. We have other mutual friends too and our greeting is warm and friendly. I haven't seen her for years.
In our one minute catch up, she provides me with the big news. He got married. Somehow I thought he was a commitment-phobic so this is certainly unexpected. Especially since last I heard of him he had just split up with somebody.
My next question is naturally: 'To whom??'.
That's when she says: 'Have a guess. You know who it is.'
There is only one person that springs to mind. His best friend's little sister. And of course I'm right. I met her a few times, but that's about it. There was something back then that I could recognise as uncomfortable and not quite right. Now I have the answer. And this makes me the ex-ex-ex girlfriend.
Hajk & Hallrenovering
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