#textsfromex

Labor Day weekend hailed the end of summer and went by with two interesting surprises.

1. I met a James Van Der Beek lookalike hottie at a bar. We talked all night, traded numbers and he texted me the next morning that he wants to take me out. Fingers crossed this one turns into something good.

2. The ex was in town, and he wasn't playing nice.

The reason this would be a great post?

I wasn't with any of my dudes - I was legitimately sleeping. We had planned on meeting up earlier in the evening, but he ditched me.  

After the freak-out above the Ex texted me a few hours before his flight home on Monday, swallowed his pride and said he couldn't leave without seeing me.

We went to get "coffee" which turned into a bloody mary with chips and salsa for me (hangover breakfast of champions) and talked.

Ex encounters are always so awkward. While we tiptoed around easy topics he reached for my hand across the table out of habit and at one point even leaned across to kiss me after I said something kissworthy. I knew it wasn't what I wanted but at the same time wasn't turned off enough to stop it.

Until he finished his little monologue about how we'll always mean something to each other even though we're not together with something along the lines of, "and we can still have sex, right?"

Um, excuse me? What? What the hell could I possibly have said to make him think this would be okay?