My ex-fiancee has a new girlfriend. I have known this for quite some time.
I do not begrudge him this. After all, I have been dating the Mathematician practically since the second we broke-up. In a way, I was relieved to hear that the Ex had someone else in his life. I mean, you can only try to fit a square peg into a round hole for so long before completely and totally exhausting yourself. I hope he is enjoying the calm that comes with breaking off a broken relationship as much as I have, as well as the heart-racing, butterflies in your stomach, blissful, endorphine overload that happens when you're falling in love with someone new.
This weekend, I ran into the acquaintance who introduced the Ex to said new girlfriend. What could I do but play dumb?
"Hi, how are you, babe? I haven't seen you in so long! Kiss-kiss--what's new?" I said.
"Great to see you, pretty Kitty, how are you?" she said.
"I'm great. A lot has happened since I last saw you. The Ex and I broke up," I said.
"I know..." she said, "You know, I introduced them actually. She's a friend of mine, and she's a really great girl."
"Oh, really? Yeah, I heard he was with someone, but I didn't know you knew her." Lie. "That's great," I said, and smiled. A big smile. A big, half-palsy-faced smile. "Let me as ask you something: Is she a brunette?"
"Yeah, that's funny, how'd you know? She's a brunette, with short, short hair. Huh, how about that? You've got long blonde hair and hers is brown and short, short, short! You guys are, like, totally different."
"Huh," I said, scrunching my face up into something like a smile, "How about that." I tossed a thatch of blonde curls over my left shoulder. "How typical. And not surprising."