Well, it happened.

The first encounter.

It's my bosses birthday, well it was yesterday. So Julie and I ran over to the bookstore to get a card. There I was minding my own business when who should I see standing in line?? Him... That's yep, after a year of his blissful absence he made an appearance. I was cool, I was collected, I walked my little self over to the line and stood in mock obliviousness to his very existence. He of course returned the favor. Then he saw me. Damn. The conversation went as follows:

>:[ : Hey long time no see.
Me: Yeah.
Inner Me: Yeah it's been since you married the evil hoe bag with not so much as see you later. Rat bastard.
>:[ : How are ya?
Me: Great.
Inner Me: Great til I saw your ugly mug. Rat bastard
>:[ : Good. What have you been up to?
Me: Nothing.
Inner Me: Plotting your painful and bloody demise. Rat bastard
>:[ : You're up to something now.
Me: Not really.
Inner Me: Oh I'm up to plenty right now, but you don't get to hear about any of it because you're a rat bastard.
>:[ : Well, see ya later.
Me: Yeah, hopefully not for another year.
Inner Me: RAT BASTARD!!!
>:[ : What?
Me: Nothing.

And there ya have it. I think I handled it well all things considered. No blood shed. No screaming. I don't even feel the urge to cry. However, I was told I turned the same color as my shirt, which is this color. Kind of a bright salmony. But all things considered, I think getting a little orange is to be expected. He felt like a total ass and I felt all warm and fuzzy and empowered inside. Especially when I caught checking out the old left hand. No, I'm not married you rat bastard. I wasted enough time on you, I'm being a hell of a lot more picky this time. And now that the first encounter is over, and I know I totally handled it like a champ, I feel fabulous.

Today's thing I learned:
I deserve sooooo much better than him... K I already knew that but it doesn't hurt to get some serious reinforcement.