Ex-Factor

Whose big idea was it to order drinks with the words 'car' and 'bomb' in them? Oh yeah...mine.

Spending time in a bar that my boyfriend has been frequenting for 12 years means that there is bound to be some serious history associated with the location. And by history, I mean, ex-girlfriends. I expect that when I wander the photo-plastered rooms with my vodka tonic in hand, that I'll spot his handsome face on display more than once. During a lazy Sunday afternoon at said watering hole this past weekend, I was chatting with a new acquaintance when a photo of Charming Fellow and his most recent ex popped up onto the revolving photo screen behind the main bar. I pointed out the picture saying "Hey look, there's Charming Fellow and his ex." My drinking buddy said, "Wow, does that bother you?" to which I replied "Not at all!" He was shocked.

But think about it. Why on earth would something like that phase me? "Oh my god, you mean, I'm not Charming Fellow's first girlfriend?" Good! First, neither of us are exactly what you'd call spring chickens, and all the issues and pitfalls that prevented any of our last relationships from working have, thus far, made us strong enough to succeed at the one we're in.

And second, his ex is a beautiful woman. I know a lot of chicks who would probably feel intimidated or insecure by that fact, but I find it flattering. If Charming Fellow committed to a woman that pretty in his past, and now he's committing to me, in my books it implies by default that I'm of the same physical caliber; an honour that is both humbling and confidence-boosting.

Besides, I'm already well on my way to making a significant mark on the walls myself. My life and dating philosophy? That was then, this is now. Period.

Here's to many more pictures just like these...