tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193380228922684284.post4138109090150931651..comments2023-10-05T08:43:35.470-07:00Comments on theshortestblogintheworld: Met my old lover in the grocery store.Amy Flanaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05683511295061386223noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193380228922684284.post-43631616802265658472008-11-23T07:33:00.000-08:002008-11-23T07:33:00.000-08:00And it never fails, I'm never "at my best" in term...And it never fails, I'm never "at my best" in terms of attire and overall "polish." I should learn from this and only shop when I look fantastic!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07591009270658441033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193380228922684284.post-67040732197386531332007-12-16T19:41:00.000-08:002007-12-16T19:41:00.000-08:00Yep, ran into an old lover in a store who I had le...Yep, ran into an old lover in a store who I had left years before, who loved me but who I had never been able to see myself with forever, despite our long relationship ... I dumped him, married someone else ... old lover and I had been through hell together but he was a good guy, we just werent meant to be ... I gushed when I saw him in the store, wanted to hug him so hard, so many feelings left for him, I shook his hand so hard, all he would really allow really ... no kiss, no hug ... I realized in hindsight ... he was kind of cold and distant, and when he pulled his hand away first, like just extricated his hand sotospeak, I realized he had gotten over me years ago and that it was me who was not over him. That was more than 20 years ago and I am still married and happy ... but haunted by him and what we might have been. One of the last upheavals before I left him for good was that I got pregnant by him and had an abortion; he was a stand-up guy, let me do what I wanted, abort, and he paid for it, took me to the clinic. That was sort of the beginning of the end, I had only slept with him out of sadness and loneliness, I thought. But realized later, as an older, smarter adult, that I did cherish his kindness to me and realized that kindness is not something you find every day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193380228922684284.post-4067692425525319262007-05-09T10:26:00.000-07:002007-05-09T10:26:00.000-07:00I ran into one in St. Patrick's Cathedral once aro...I ran into one in St. Patrick's Cathedral once around Christmastime.<BR/><BR/>With her whole family ... and they didn't like me too much when we were dating.<BR/><BR/>Suffice to say, there was no Christmas miracle.I am Pippinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09030350790885874405noreply@blogger.com