Spookdaddy
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And re the bumping into the ex thing:
I have this with one ex - an ongoing experience made slightly more strange by the fact that we used to bump into each other all over the place even before we entered the state necessary for someone to later become an ex, and by the fact that the experience seems to extend to the rest of her family.
We're both from the North but she now lives in London and I have always worked there, on and off - as well as at numerous other locations over the country. Her family still live up here.
Apart from the inordinate number of time we'ver tripped over each other at home - which isn't so strange, it's a small town - I've bumped into her on a platform at London Bridge Station, at a tube station in Leytonstone, a sandwich bar on Shelton Street (central London), a side-street in Penzance, a pub in Brighton and a record shop in Leeds. I've found myself behind her mother while bumbling along Tottenham Court Road and met one of her sister's at an old friend's party in Norwich. I was once idly perusing the posters on a cafe wall in Aberdeen when I saw a picture of her advertising a yoga class (she teaches yoga). I had a bit of a short term fling with a woman who also practiced yoga and who turned out to have been taught by...yes, you guessed it. Twice I've had to hide on trains coming out of London because she's been on them and she's obsessed with being stalked - which is possibly not surprising.
To be honest, if I wake up one night and find her in my wardrobe I'm not going to lose sleep over it - par for the course.
I have this with one ex - an ongoing experience made slightly more strange by the fact that we used to bump into each other all over the place even before we entered the state necessary for someone to later become an ex, and by the fact that the experience seems to extend to the rest of her family.
We're both from the North but she now lives in London and I have always worked there, on and off - as well as at numerous other locations over the country. Her family still live up here.
Apart from the inordinate number of time we'ver tripped over each other at home - which isn't so strange, it's a small town - I've bumped into her on a platform at London Bridge Station, at a tube station in Leytonstone, a sandwich bar on Shelton Street (central London), a side-street in Penzance, a pub in Brighton and a record shop in Leeds. I've found myself behind her mother while bumbling along Tottenham Court Road and met one of her sister's at an old friend's party in Norwich. I was once idly perusing the posters on a cafe wall in Aberdeen when I saw a picture of her advertising a yoga class (she teaches yoga). I had a bit of a short term fling with a woman who also practiced yoga and who turned out to have been taught by...yes, you guessed it. Twice I've had to hide on trains coming out of London because she's been on them and she's obsessed with being stalked - which is possibly not surprising.
To be honest, if I wake up one night and find her in my wardrobe I'm not going to lose sleep over it - par for the course.