During my stay in sunny Carlsbad, California for Memorial Weekend, my T-Zone had become a little oily and to prevent a disastrous outbreak, I stopped at Walgreens and picked up a bottle of Queen Helen's Mint Julep Masque. I was at the register when the cashier said, "Can I ask you a question?"
I hate when people say that. You never know exactly what's on their minds and to be thrown for a loop like that, can be very disconcerning. She must've taken my silence as a "yes" because right then and there she asked her question.
"If a guy is still friends - still talking - to an ex, does that mean he wants to get back together with her?"
It was a loaded question. One that should be left to those in the profession of diagnosing matters of the heart. Not me. So I did my best, using every ounce of knowledge I had garnered from movies, television, and of course, real life. I explained that
"If the guy was friends with the girl, before he dated her, then it doesn't necessarily mean he wants to get back together with her, just that he's looking for a friend. Which is weird, because that's why he has you for. If he wasn't friends before, then stay back! An ex is an ex for a reason. Its the same reason you don't go back to a hair stylist that gave you an ugly haircut. Too much heartache."
The cashier thanked me for my advice and I left with the satisfaction of knowing I helped make the world a better place. The same feeling that Dr. Phil and Jerry Springer must feel everyday. Of course, like the old saying goes, "if you give a mouse a cookie..." another situation will be sure to follow, and that's exactly what happened when I got back into town. The "mouse," in this situation, was my boss Alice and the "cookie" was, well, the same cookie.
"If someone is still talking to someone from their past, even though they know very well that that someone has brought pain and heartache to them and their family before...that's a bad thing right?"
I didn't know if Alice was talking about her mother, who had recently gotten married for the third time or her little, all-state high school quarterback brother who kept breaking up with the high school prom queen, but I knew Alice already knew the answer. I guess all she wanted was a little reassurance she was making a right decision.
I'm not sure whether it was meant to be or not, but after Alice and I talked, I found a letter left out in the open at work. It was to Azten. And it was stained with tears. Heart-breaking, emotional tears. Apparently, Azten had signed all the property and real estate that he and Alice owned together, to the woman he had an affair with, during his marriage. She was a real estate agent, like Azten, which explains how they met. What it didn't explain was why he would have her sell the real estate that he and his wife accumulated together.
As I read Mary's words of hurt and anger, which hopefully would be the last and final words to a man like Azten, I wondered how someone could have the heart to hurt someone else so much.
I hate when people say that. You never know exactly what's on their minds and to be thrown for a loop like that, can be very disconcerning. She must've taken my silence as a "yes" because right then and there she asked her question.
"If a guy is still friends - still talking - to an ex, does that mean he wants to get back together with her?"
It was a loaded question. One that should be left to those in the profession of diagnosing matters of the heart. Not me. So I did my best, using every ounce of knowledge I had garnered from movies, television, and of course, real life. I explained that
"If the guy was friends with the girl, before he dated her, then it doesn't necessarily mean he wants to get back together with her, just that he's looking for a friend. Which is weird, because that's why he has you for. If he wasn't friends before, then stay back! An ex is an ex for a reason. Its the same reason you don't go back to a hair stylist that gave you an ugly haircut. Too much heartache."
The cashier thanked me for my advice and I left with the satisfaction of knowing I helped make the world a better place. The same feeling that Dr. Phil and Jerry Springer must feel everyday. Of course, like the old saying goes, "if you give a mouse a cookie..." another situation will be sure to follow, and that's exactly what happened when I got back into town. The "mouse," in this situation, was my boss Alice and the "cookie" was, well, the same cookie.
"If someone is still talking to someone from their past, even though they know very well that that someone has brought pain and heartache to them and their family before...that's a bad thing right?"
I didn't know if Alice was talking about her mother, who had recently gotten married for the third time or her little, all-state high school quarterback brother who kept breaking up with the high school prom queen, but I knew Alice already knew the answer. I guess all she wanted was a little reassurance she was making a right decision.
I'm not sure whether it was meant to be or not, but after Alice and I talked, I found a letter left out in the open at work. It was to Azten. And it was stained with tears. Heart-breaking, emotional tears. Apparently, Azten had signed all the property and real estate that he and Alice owned together, to the woman he had an affair with, during his marriage. She was a real estate agent, like Azten, which explains how they met. What it didn't explain was why he would have her sell the real estate that he and his wife accumulated together.
As I read Mary's words of hurt and anger, which hopefully would be the last and final words to a man like Azten, I wondered how someone could have the heart to hurt someone else so much.
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