It’s Friday and I’m coming to the end of a crazy week. A couple nights ago I ate a late dinner alone at Hooters and then joined some close friends for drinks at one of my local pubs. I didn’t expect anything but a few good laughs and good music. But the night took a wild turn into the past. And it was the last thing that I expected.
As I stood at the bar and ordered a beer, I noticed looked around the dance floor. I noticed a tall blond shaking her ass. She had her back turned to me, but it was a familiar looking ass. I immediately turned to my friends and said, “I know that wiggle or at least I know someone who has that same move.” Since she had her back to me, I didn’t pay much attention to her. A few minutes later I got a chance to look at her face and realized she looked like an ex from 20 yrs ago. I dismissed the thought because I knew the chances of it being her was 1 in a million.
My ex was 5’9″, blond with blue eyes. She has a million dollar smile. It looks like a smile from a commercial. She loved to sing and dance. She was very active. She played on several co-ed soccer teams. She was a B.V. Her sister is married to a black guy (old friend of mine). Back in the day, she and I would go bar crawling. She was the woman that taught me how to country dance. And back in those days, dating a white woman wasn’t a fashionable thing to do. So when I walked into a country bar with a tall blond, it always attracted attention. But she and I were close. And the staring eyes always gave us added energy and motivation to put on a good show on the dance floor. Let’s just say, she was a 10 before they created dimes.
My friends were in disbelief that she was my ex. They figured it was a booty call or a brief encounter. One of them mentioned, “there’s no way you dump her… she’s hot.” My close friend KW45 offered to talk to her and see if it was her. But in typical Eathan fashion, I don’t need a wing man/wing woman. So I continued enjoying my beer and the conversation with my friends. A few minutes later she walked by me. I took a closer look. I analyzed her walk, her smile and even the way she moved through the crowd. At this point, I wasn’t sure it was her. As she walked by KW44 called her name, but she kept walking. So I dismissed that it wasn’t her. But when she made it back to her group of friends, I saw them talking and looking at me. By now I’m paranoid and thinking I’ve crashed and burned.
The next 30 minutes we made eye contact several times. Eventually I had to walk outside to talk on the phone and passed right by her. On the way back we made eye contact and she called me by my birth name. I was shocked! It was her (the original J). She hugged me, held my hand and rubbed the back of my bald head. Immediately time stopped in my head. The look on my friends face was classic. Their mouths were wide open in disbelief. The Original J and I were standing and talking on the crowded dance floor as everyone was moving around us. This went on for about 5 minutes. We briefly caught up on our family, kids, mutual friends and much more. She also mentioned that she noticed me when I walked into the bar. ”I knew that was your when you walked in the door… but I wasn’t sure how you would react to me”, she said.
As I walked away, I was in shock. The Original J was the first white woman that I dated that wanted a serious relationship. She wanted to settle down, get married, and she had her shit together. At that point in my life, I wasn’t sure what I was thinking. Evidently there’s still chemistry there. Later in the evening we talked again and she introduced me to her friends. We held hands for about 5 minutes. It was as if time had taken us back. We’d probably still be holding hands if one of her friends didn’t interrupt us.
Ok.. enough of that silly emotional stuff. The facts are, the Original J is married. She has a 13 yr old daughter with her ex-husband. She lives across town and hang out at my local hangout every week for karaoke. I don’t think I’ve had an encounter with an ex that stirs up so many thoughts and what-if’s. It’s been 3 days and I am still thinking about her.
Any thoughts? Any advice? Have you ever experienced this before? I will leave this as an open discussion. I want to hear from you, my readers.
