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I don't miss this

Ah, the photos from my Vegas trip are getting older and older and I still don't have time to post them. And so, a non-sequitur....

My ex was telling me a story yesterday and I remembered this "thing he always did" that I don't miss at all! When we were at a social thing where he knew everyone and I knew no one, like a function from his family or his work, he invariably would re-introduce me to someone I had met once in the distant past and make me feel like a jerk for not remembering them.

"This is Mandy. YOU'VE MET HER." That last part said in the tone of, "Come on, get with it, don't you remember everyone you've met once in your life ten years ago for two minutes?"

This was not deliberate. I believe what he meant to do was something like, "This is Mandy. We went to a garage sale at her house once." That, of course, would probably make me go, "Oh yeah, how are you?" instead of standing there like a dumbass.

Anyway, yesterday he said, "Joe Schmoe came back to work," and I shrugged, and he said, "You know his wife," in that very same tone. Ha ha ha.

(After I got him to describe the wife, she turned out to be the secretary from the dentist's office I went to five years ago. I didn't know her on a first or even last name basis. She was "that woman from my dentist's office" to me.)

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cdn_tam
Sep. 23rd, 2010 10:45 am (UTC)
Ah yes, those little moments that confirm the decision. I have those on a regular basis, less so now that I interact with him less that my daughter is older and able to organize her own life, but it still happens.
jordan_c_price
Sep. 24th, 2010 05:26 pm (UTC)
It was one of those decisions that could have happened ten years ago, but there were so many gray areas I couldn't really say what was best :-/
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