Remember the ex that I write about sometimes? I must admit that in the two years that it's been since we parted ways for the final time, I've imagined running into him by accident on one of my jaunts into the City, or around our home towns. But it's been so long, and the likelihood of anything like that happening is so remote that it's often a passing thought, and certainly never taken seriously.

Well, it happened Saturday night.

My parents brought some friends with them on the Wine Train, and one of them had never really spent much time in San Francisco, so when we finished with our ice cream dinners, we decided to head down to Pier 39. You know, show him all the tourist traps. As we were heading back from watching a really bad juggling act, there he was.

It just about took my breath away. He looks exactly the same. What made me laugh, though, was that from the time we saw each other till I finally said goodbye (somewhere b/w 5 and 10 minutes), he had the classic "deer in the headlights" look. I think I handled the situation well, as did his fiancee (who I'm sure knew exactly who I was). But he was extremely uncomfortable.

It's a shame that he couldn't handle it better. He's a great guy who made a mistake a long time ago. It would be nice if he could get over it and we could be friends. We were good friends once. I could even be friends with his girlfriend - she seemed really nice.

Oh well. His loss.