When you see an ex, especially for the first time after a break up, you’re supposed to:
-look drop dead gorgeous
-be wearing a cute new outfit with perfectly coordinated makeup, shoes and accessories
-having the time of your life
-have fantabulous things going on in your life worth celebrating
-have a man on your arm who is hotter, better dressed and more successful than the ex is
Instead, today I ran into Mr. ZsaZsaZsa while wearing a cute outfit with hot boots, windblown curls, no makeup, in a not fun situation and without arm candy. And a bright red left eye because I accidentally poked myself in the eye five minutes before. Damnit.
Oh what about him you ask? He was wearing Armani pants.
