I went out to dinner with my parents tonight and as I pulled into the parking lot I remembered that this is the restaurant that the ex works at. I was scanning all the waiters to see if he was there and, right next to our table, was the ex. As I walked in, my hands were shaking.

His table was right next to ours. After a bit, he came up and blew air on me with a balloon. We talked for awhile and he told me that he doesn't think things with his girlfriend are going to work out because she's planning on going to school a little ways away. He was thinking about trying to go there too but it probably won't work out. He also told me that he and his cousin have a stripper pole in the living room and I should check out the pictures of him on it on his myspace.

I went to his myspace to see the pictures, which were as unappealing as they sound, and realized he had taken down the picture of his girlfriend and he kissing. Hmmm, why would he go to the trouble to delete her picture and take down the album called "My life" that was all her?

There are times that I picture the love he and I had as metal fish hooks that cut into me deeper with every moment. Removing them caused more damage than having them in, and I bear the scars everyday.

In other relationship news, Alex and Shaunna aren't doing well.