Take me back
Well, I just got a phone call from a friend of an ex who is moving to Nashville or wants to move here. Now, just a lil’ history, I haven’t had an ex for almost ten years, which means I haven’t talked to this dude since I was oh say 16 and 1/2. He asked about the “club” scene and if I was cool or “lame” because I was married. He even called my ex to find out about me. I haven’t talked to that ex in like 11 years. I was trying to be helpful, but he keep dropping phrases like “that’s sick” and “fucking sweet.” Yeah, well let me try and come up with something we have in common. I’m all for reminiscing, but I really don’t plan on going back to the way I was at 16. I’m pretty content now. He just unlocked a bunch of skeletons that I’ve buried in my closet. The whole conversation made me stop and think what if? What if I was still with one of my ex’s? Where would I be living? What would I be doing?
