Dean took me out last night to perk me up. Get out of the house for a change of scenery, he said.
We decided on the new restaurant hot spot Cotogna. OpenTable didn’t have a reservation until 10:30pm, but we went anyway. Figured there’d be seats at the bar at 9.
I was driving and pulled up to a vacant metered parking spot on Pacific Avenue. As we got out, there were two men in suits walking in the direction of our car. I glanced up to see my ex-boyfriend, then ducked undercover, making sure he and his colleague had walked out of view before standing back up.
“That was an ex-boyfriend,” I quipped to Dean.
“Another one?!”
“No you’ve met him before.” I reassured him.
“This is progress. Now instead of meeting new boyfriends, we’re cycling through ones I’ve already met. This is good.”
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