A day of exes

Today in the city I spotted one of my exes. It was weird. I hadn't seen him for years. But he looked the same. I did try to wave, but he didn't see me, and he was with a woman so I refrained from jumping in front of him, shouting "I'm back!".

Then on telly this evening I saw a fling I had decades ago. To be honest I am not sure it was him, since he looked old, (ok considering it was about 30 years ago we met I might have aged a wrinkle or two too) but I do remember the surname and the business he was in, so either it was a brother or him. He was funny back then. We met in Spain. He carried me on his arms. Funny the things you remember.

All you need is a trigger. Maybe I should write a book, instead of wasting my time blogging?