August 26, 2011
And this is why you become friends with an ex. Because today I went to lunch with a friend and halfway through our sandwiches, he walks in and is seated at the next table over. Seriously, I could have touched his shoulder. Which is slightly inconvenient because my friend and I were discussing him and no matter how low I spoke, I'm convinced he heard everything. But we said hello and I introduced him to my friend. It was fine. Not awkward at all. Funny, even.
Later, though, I realized I had posted on Facebook where we were going. And although Pastor doesn't put anything on Facebook, besides tokens of grief, I know he reads everything I put up there. But that was a fast turn around for a stalker.
And then, this evening I'm walking home from dinner out with friends and I run into him and another member from my church on the street.
I'm not going to lie. I thought they were holding hands. I glanced down an alleyway to see if it was possible for me to make a quick right turn. But on closer examination, I don't think they were holding hands. and there was no where to turn. So instead I smiled and stopped and chatted for a few minutes. I don't think our church member had any idea of how awkward the situation is. But then, she's a bit awkward herself. (really, if you're not off in some way, you really don't belong at my church.)
So that was less fun. But it would have been worse if we hadn't talked earlier that week. I've turned and run out of rooms before. Old Jen would totally have spilled down the alley and pretended I was homeless or talked in a fake British accent.
I think I made the right choice.
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