Inevitably, there comes a day when you don’t dress well, when you don’t shave or shower or try to look like a semi-decent human being. And that’s when you run into people you know from high school, from primary school, from parties — basically, everyone you know.
But I’d take all of them over running into — *GASP* *SHOCK* — an ex. Because every break-up is a contest, and this is an article about how I slunk away the loser.
Please humour me and check it out!