2001-06-20 :: 1:30 p.m.
It was surreal. He looked exactly the same. I, apparently, have had cosmetic surgery or something because he didn't recognize me when I called his name. It was good catching up, though. We both agreed that my ex is the "marrying type," and we're happy he found someone so perfectly suited for him. I like shooting the shit with people I haven't seen in years. There is always stuff to talk about. I need a night like tonight coming up, you know, with the good company kind of feeling and the comfy squooshiness of a couch and The Boy late at night all entwined and belly full of sleepmaking food I could just do this forever. |