I bumped into an ex last night in a restaurant. He was a nice ex (most of mine are actually, apart from The Tosser, The Murderer and The Horse – more about them later). We had a catch up at the end of the meal which was nice and I also had a chat with his dad who was there too. Most of my exes dads love me although not the mothers so much (funny that?! Haha) and they always stop to chat when I see them. It’s so weird that this particular ex is now 40. I dated him when I was about 19 so I still think of him as being that age and it totally freaks me out when it suddenly slaps me in the face that I’m 40 this year too. I don’t get freaked out like all mad and depressed that I’m going to be 40; I don’t care about age or numbers, I mean I just get freaked out like “HOW are we 40?!” – in my head I haven’t changed since I was 18 and I can’t believe we’re all proper grown-ups now! It’s such a weird thought.
I was with friends