Saturday night was the Florida/Florida State game, so we went to a local sports bar (coincidentally, it's the same place where my husband and I met) to watch the game.
At some point, for the millionth time I went to the bathroom and happened to notice one of my old boyfriends sitting with some of his friends. I've seen him around town in the past and have always ignored him...but this time, I decided to go up and say hi.
All I have to say is THANK GOD things didn't work out. It was (kind of but not really) okay that he was living at home and mowing lawns when he was 29, but now the poor dude is in his 40s. Not only is he still mowing lawns, but he also lived with his parents until each one of them died, surely from having the life sucked out of them by their mooching son.
He was the last boyfriend I had before my husband and I got together. I have a lot to be grateful for...not only did my Gators win, but I didn't end up with that dude!
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