Ex-husband and I were on our way back to his house to exchange cars (he got into a bad accident, and I gave him the purple passion, while I collected my gold beauty), and he decided we should take a little detour.
Great idea, actually, because we ended up going to ReFlore (name changed) in Mine Hill, a place I totally adore. We go in, and who do I see running towards us? This retired gentleman (volunteer at the store) who had previously informed me that I was better off without my ex, and what did I need him for anyway? Sex? Obviously, I was hoping he didn't recognize me, but after an exchange of words, he did.
Needless to say, he started chatting me up, saying how much he enjoyed talking to me, tried to find my address in the "items requested" list, but I gave some excuse that I couldn't find my name there. Ex never even noticed Retired Man's blatant attempts at "seducing" me off my feet.
It got really uncomfortable (for me), and when we left the store, I took a sigh of relief. That is, until ex decided to go back for two items that he needed (covers for the cast-iron heaters) but had failed to bargain successfully prior to us leaving...I told him I would stay in the car, and if anyone (i.e. the smooth talker there) asked where I was, that I had stayed in the car to make a phone call. I know. Sucky excuse...
While Ex is doing his thing, the "gentleman" walks up to the car (I roll down the window, knowing it's a bad choice, but don't want to offend the chronically challenged person), and he tells me "I really want to see more of you, but I'm married". Like, ok, we would really have a chance at love, if he didn't have a wife. If he's like this in his "golden years", I wonder what he must have been like when he was younger!
I'm not so sure I'll ever go back to ReFlore...
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