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| Things That Have Been Said About Me |
| You are the Minx. |
| She plays taller than her height. |
| You have a refreshing attitude. |
| You're such a renaissance woman. |
| She's not much of a biller. |
| You are very angry. |
| You are so self aware. |
| You need a more sophisticated haircut. |
| You are not afraid of anything. |
| You have a great attitude. |
| Your life is like a Seinfeld episode. |
| You are winsome. |
| You look great in hats. |
| Miracle girl. |
| I am belligerently conciliatory. |
| You've got it big time. |
Sunday, November 21, 2004
“This is my wife. This is my ex-wife”I am remarkably lucky in virtually every aspect of my life. I have reflected on one aspect of that luck in that I live in relatively close proximity to my ex-husband and almost never see him. When I say almost never I am actually understating it. In the 3 plus years since our divorce I think I have laid eyes on him three times. Once I was on foot and he was in a car and I didn’t have to speak to him. Another time I was jogging with a friend so I was not compelled to converse on that occasion either. Also, it should be noted when I say close proximity I mean a matter of blocks. Not to mention the fact that we know and spend time with overlapping groups of people. The only possible explanation for the lack of random encounters is pure dumb luck.
I don’t mean to suggest that I don’t hear about him a lot. As I said we know lots of people in common so there is the inevitable leakage of news and information. There are also the unsolicited emails from him informing me about this purchase of a new home, his marriage, and his successful career. I find these emails irritating since I feel like I have made it clear I am not particularly interested in him or his life. I ignore the emails and yet they continue to show up periodically.
Still, I go days and weeks without wondering about him or his life and since I have been so lucky I have stopped concerning myself with the possibility of running into him. I suppose if I were more of a statistician I would be more concerned since the odds must be increasing not decreasing. But when it comes to matters of the heart I am all instinct and superstition and so the fact that it hadn’t happened made me believe it just would not happen. But, then it did and I was completely shocked.
Years ago a friend and I were flying out on the same day just before Thanksgiving. I was dressed rather drably. I was getting on a late night flight to go see family. I was exhausted and could not be bothered to make myself look good. My friend showed up looking very well put together. I teased her about it and she admonished me that “you never know who you will run into.” I rolled my eyes. Five minutes later we in fact ran into a man she had been interested in for years. In the years since I have realized I live in the biggest small town in the world. I always see someone I know no matter where I go. Therefore I frequently think about what my friend said before I leave the house and I always try to look at least moderately presentable.
Last Sunday night I was going to a concert with the same friend and two other friends. I had a nasty cold and I was tired. I thought about keeping on the same stained shirt I had been wearing all day around the house but thought better of it and put on my cute new pink blazer. I looked better than I ordinarily do. I even fixed my hair and spent a bit of time on my makeup. So, when my ex-husband J. sauntered up to my row with his new wife in tow and asked “Have you met R.?” I was able to give my best lip glossed smile and say “why no I haven’t”. And when he said, “This is my wife, R, and this is Margot” I almost said “his ex-wife”. I just wasn’t enough on the draw. But, damn I looked great.
Whoever said “looking good is the best revenge” knew exactly what she was talking about.
D.B.N.R.
