Blast from the past...

I just had dinner with a very ex ex-boyfriend. The Canadian and I dated well over a year ago, and things ended pretty badly. He was in town overnight because of a flight layover, and we met for dinner at Mexican restaurant.

One of my biggest complaints while dating the Canadian was his penchant for shopping. He liked shopping for clothes more than any woman I have ever known. He particularly liked the Oakley store. At one point, every item of his casual attire displayed the Oakley logo. However, this was at least a year and a half ago. I thought Oakley would have gone by the wayside by now. Apparently, very little has changed in the world of the Canadian, because as I walked out on to the patio, the very first thing I noticed was that he was wearing an Oakley shirt. Damn.

I had fun. The main reason I had fun is because I know I looked great. I looked fantastic. I was the hottie of all hotties, the likes of which he had never associated with before. He mentioned the fact that I looked awesome at least three times. (While getting ready for this dinner, my mind went in several directions, including wondering if we would hook up again. Once I saw him, that thought no longer entered my brain. ) I'm so far over this guy. Way over him. It feels good to know that, especially since I had a bitch of a time getting over him.

Hell, I'm way out of his league these days.

And the ridiculously fun part was that I think he knows that now, too.