Last Saturday evening, Mae and I along with my siblings attended a church service in PJ for my stepmom's baptism.
We got there fairly early. But since it was Easter, we weren't nearly early enough. By 6:00 pm the church was pack to the brim - so much so that anyone who arrived any later had to sit outside the church building. So there we were, on the outside with only a projection screen to make sense of the proceedings inside. Then halfway through the service, Mae's eyes shot up. "Hey! I think that's Ziggy."
Ziggy (not his real name) was an ex. Mae had gone out with him years before I even came along. But I knew who he was and pretty much what he was all about, based on Mae's point-of-view. Mae and I often told each other our war stories and Ziggy was an important episode in her life.
"Honey, we passed them by just a moment ago," I said. "Really?" surprised that she missed him despite the fact that the guy was towering behemoth! "Yeah," I replied, "And he was with that pregnant woman. Must be his wife I think." Mae squinted at the projection screen trying to make out what Ziggy's wife looked like. "You think?"
"Yeah, they were holding hands," I replied nonchalantly. And then it came.
"Was she pretty?" Mae just had to know. "She was okay, I guess," I guessed.
"Was she prettier than me?" she asked, sheepishly. "Nope. No one is prettier than you. NO ONE! " I said in mock melodrama, furrowing my brow and flaring my nostrils. She responded with a bop to my head. Then she giggled like a silly schoolgirl. I know she loved that answer. :)
And people say guys are hung-up on their ex-es. Feh!