I have a knack of making friends with my exes with the exception of one guy (don't think I'm giving too much away if I admit he's the excel spreadsheet one from an earlier post). Generally speaking I think this is A Good Thing: it would feel weird to not stay connected in some way with someone who you've shared a lot with.
But the other day this strategy was somewhat undermined when I discovered that two not-so-ancient exes had found themselves in a meeting together. God, how I would have loved to be a fly on the wall in that particular meeting room! But equally, how I cringe to imagine what was going on in their heads as they pondered the various titbits of inappropriate knowledge they had of each other...
A lesson perhaps in learning to keep my mouth shut. Either that, or an indication that I need to widen my search criteria and stop going out with men who end up in the same world as one another.
Either way, I smell trouble again at aforementioned Glastonbury. So far I know of three former/semi-current beloveds who plan to be there too. Well if nothing else it will add a certain frisson to the proceedings...
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