Started out like they all do, nice with a sense of humour. His name was Sam. We chatted for a few days. Long conversations through text about life. He was from the same town as me, this always makes things interesting. With a population of over 350,000…you’d think there was a chance you wouldn’t have a friend in common. We talked about high schools and boom….there it was. He went to my ex’s high school. The ex that I spent 20 years of my life with and two beautiful boys later….ya that guy. Soooo….to get it out of the way I bring up my ex’s name, what do you know, he not only knows him but they have a history. Sam thinks he’s great, my ex that is. Hasn’t seen him in 20+ years but the memories live on. Awesome. Oh and then he tells me his name isn’t Sam. It’s Moudy, as in Mohamed. Why lie. Strike 1.
I decide to meet him anyways, ya never know right? ….right?!
I had an errand I had to run, so I invited him along for the ride. I picked him up, he was nice…..yep. Nice.
He was a smoker and it was all over him. His teeth, smell of his clothes and hands were all proof.
We chatted in the car and it was fine. He went down memory lane quite a few times talking about my ex…..isn’t it suppose to be the other way around? Or not at all? I knew in the first 5 min of meeting him, the end was near. So, I dropped him back off at his house. He text an hour later and asked my honest thoughts….so I told him. I’m gay.
Just kidding. I told him the truth. The ex thing was a bit much for me!✌️ Continue reading