Francesca asked:


i was at the mall yesterday looking for bedsheet. they had sale but surprisingly, not many people were in the bedsheet area shopping. i was just there all by myself.

i was choosing colors and all of a sudden, my ex came out of nowhere and said, “you’re looking for bedsheet? yeah, i need to get a new [bedsheet], too” and he started asking me which color he should pick, if his bed is standard or twin, etc.

i tried to move away & yet he kept on asking me questions. he made a comment about my hair, as i just had it cut short; he asked me about baseball as he saw my baseball tickets ( i actually had just come from a baseball game before i went to the mall). he then said, “tell me your story while i look for my bedsheet.”

then he invited me to eat dinner with him. we went to a steakhouse. he kept on talking. he then said he’ll be having BYOB next weekend. he invited me to join him.

so he dropped me off at my house. he reminded me of the BYOB & bring my friends, too

isn’t that weird?

Viola

Francesca asked:


i was at the mall yesterday looking for bedsheet. they had sale but surprisingly, not many people were in the bedsheet area shopping. i was just there all by myself.

i was choosing colors and all of a sudden, my ex came out of nowhere and said, “you’re looking for bedsheet? yeah, i need to get a new [bedsheet], too” and he started asking me which color he should pick, if his bed is standard or twin, etc.

i tried to move away & yet he kept on asking me questions. he made a comment about my hair, as i just had it cut short; he asked me about baseball as he saw my baseball tickets ( i actually had just come from a baseball game before i went to the mall). he then said, “tell me your story while i look for my bedsheet.”

then he invited me to eat dinner with him. we went to a steakhouse. he kept on talking. he then said he’ll be having BYOB next weekend. he invited me to join him.

so he dropped me off at my house. he reminded me of the BYOB & bring my friends, too

isn’t that weird?
well, it’s been 4 months since the last time i communicated with him. i find it to be really weird. what are the chances that we’d be at the same place, at the same time, and looking for the same thing.

funny though, because he’s different. he usually acts like a jerk but yesterday, he was all nice. he didn’t say anything about being horny, i didn’t hear him say any bad word, and at the restaurant, he wasn’t pleased with his salad & yet he talked to the waiter very politely. he said, “i don’t want to be a pest but i was quite disappointed with the salad. i was expecting something with tomatoes & other veggies but it’s just romaine & dressing. it’s all good though. thank you.”

9 hours ago
also, he asked me who i went with to the baseball game that afternoon.

when we were at the steakhouse, he always asked for my opinion about the food. “it’s up to you..do you like the raspberry sauce on the side or do you want it poured over the cake? do you like blue chesee or ranch? buffalo wings..

Tamara