Ex-impression

Luis and I were up at Eric and Sheri's for our usual nightcap, which typically consists of Things We Shouldn't Eat Before Bedtime (Milano cookies, ice cream, pie) and/or Things We Shouldn't Drink Before Bed (coffee, tea, several bottles of wine), and some witty banter. Luis said that he had planned to have had lunch with his first ex, Greg, who lives in Manhattan, but the day got busy and Luis had to reschedule for the following day.

"Greg said, 'Damn, and I was wearing a cute outfit, too!'" Luis said.

"Excellent!" Sheri said.

"So you've heard of this?" I said to Sheri. "Getting all dolled up to see your ex?"

Sheri looked at me askance. "What planet are you from? Of course you want to look nice!"

I confessed that I was new to this idea.

"You want them to think you're doing just fine without them," Eric said.

"And you want them to look at you and go, 'Damn!"

It sounded plausible, but the concept sounded foreign to me. After amicably breaking up with my exes, I just ended up living with them as friends.

Maybe I'm really a lesbian.