Anyway, I hadn't seen her in many, many months. Hadn't talked to her in almost as many, since a rather painful and regretted (at least on my part) spate of calling-each-other in the late summer... damn she looked good. I'd actually let my memories of her dim to the point that I wondered to myself "why did I always think of her as being such a hottie? really, from a neutral perspective, she's kinda plain."
Hahaha, no, I was just toning the memories down... she's definitely got that certain something about her.
But she is just so freaking disqualified.
Still made the whole damn experience rather depressing. Old shitty town, old shitty company, old shitty office, old... not shitty, but certainly disqualified, gorgeous freaking ex-girlfriend that's still just as damned full of mixed messages as she was when we split, which is a very large part of WHY we split.
Getting home felt pretty good.
