Saturday morning shopping...

I had to tackle the grocery shopping today - a thankless task at the best of times, but with a sinus infection, thick head and a red and shiny nose, it was the LAST thing on earth I felt like doing. My family however, for some strange reason, feels they are entitled to a meal or two over the weekend, so off to the supermarket I did stagger. One tortuous hour and $197.18 later, I emerged from said supermarket, feeling anxiety-ridden and truly gross. Then, I had to go to the bakery to get some rolls for lunch. It is here that my tale takes a frightening and deeply embarrassing turn. In I walk, all snotty-nosed and feeling wretched, and who should be standing at the counter but CM, the boy I wasted 4 years of high school on, indulging in a passionate, yet very one-sided romance. He was a 'cool' boy, I was a dork. He had beautiful blonde hair, permed into a gentle mullet at the back, as did all cool boys in the 80's. He was the star of the basketball and football teams, and I was so blinded by love for him that I wasted many, many hours sobbing in my room, playing Lionel Richie's "Hello' and pining for what should have been. Fast forward 20 years, and here we are, face to face in the bakery. Loyal readers, you would have been proud of me - I talked rationally, congratulated him on the recent birth of his twin daughters, and chatted politely for a few minutes. I then went out to the car and looked in the rear-view mirror - AAARRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!! I looked DISGUSTING!!! I know that I should be above all things superficial at this stage in my life, but I simply could not believe it. My first encounter with this boy (man) since 1987, and I looked like CRAP!!! Oh dear. At least I realised that I'm not in love with him any more.....Here's to unrequited love and bad 80's love ballads - may they never darken my emotional doorstep again.