Sometimes, the universe gets a kick out of watching you squirm. What other explanation is there for running into your ex at inopportune moments? Ugly moments. Fat moments. Stained tracksuit moments. Moments when you’re not at your shiny, sexy, my-life-is-so-much-happier-now best.
It doesn’t really matter whether you were the dumper or the dumpee. The
desire to look, sound and be utterly fantastic is equallly potent. It’s
the coat of armour you need when face to face with someone who has seen
you naked and knows where your emotional skeletons are buried.
The universal rule for bumping into an ex is generally this: the more you still care about what they think, the worse you will look.
My friend Marnie is proof. When she was dumped last year, she became one of those girls who wore blush and a blow-dry just to get milk. She was determined to win the ex game of My Life Is Better Without You In It.
So of course the one time she leapt out of her double-parked car to drop off a DVD, hung-over, wearing a baggy tee with no bra, shorts with no drawstring that she had to hold with one hand, no makeup, a pimple on her top lip that looked like a cold-sore, and hair that managed to be both greasy and frizzy at the same time, he was standing at the ATM. With a stunning girl. A stunning girl who was about 20. Marnie is 36.
“He wanted to chat and I didn’t want to look like a jealous bitch which meant I couldn’t just brush them and bolt back to the car,” she cringes. “So I stood there and I chatted to him and Miss Flossy Pants and I wanted to die. I must have replayed that scene in my head a million times. It never got any better. Funny how now I’m in love with someone else and I don’t care about him anymore, I’ve run into him several times while looking totally excellent.”