I was meandering through the grocery store in search of the week’s necessities as well as some ingredients for a few Cooking Light recipes I was about to try out on my unsuspecting children. I had found the parmigiana reggiano for the Alfredo and the tavern ham for the monsieur croque , but hadn’t come across the fresh fettuccine yet. I cut across the back of the store to the cold section but was boxed in for what seemed like ten minutes, by a woman in her floor length parka yakking on her blue tooth. She assaulted the entire stock of low fat vanilla yogurt while holding the door open and blocking the aisle with her body. She finally noticed me, but didn’t even acknowledge that she was hogging both the aisle and the vanilla yogurt. She let the door slam shut and wandered away like a giant, talking marshmallow. Blah, blah, blah…
As I turned to scan the shelves and spotted the fettucine, something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. It took me a second to realize I was staring at a man I had dated about two years ago. It did not end well. I was frankly surprised that we had not run into one another sooner as we only live about a mile apart, but two years had come and gone since the last time we spoke. We had dated for four months and he came over to my house one afternoon. The discussion went something like this, ” I am 99% sure I don’t want to date you anymore, but there is a 1% chance, if you want to hang around, that things could change.” Seriously. What do you say to that????? Good-bye is what I chose to say and that was the end of that!
He said hello looking very sheepish and uncomfortable, and I could have sworn the dairy section felt just a bit cooler as I looked at him. I gave him a small smile and replied hello and happy new year. I was about 15 pounds thinner than the last time I saw him and I was showered, wearing make-up and had on the jeans that make my butt look relatively good. To top it off, due to the low humidity, I was having an exceptional hair day. This was a stroke of luck, as I often run into the store in a sweatshirt and no make-up. That would have just added insult to injury and I was sure he would have smugly walked away thinking he was 99% right about me. But I just kept moving as I grabbed the fettucine and strolled away. I did not look back but I couldn’t help but smile as I knew I was 100% better off on my own two years later.
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