So it happened. You bumped into him. It’s been the first time in weeks, months, maybe years since you’ve seen him. You weren’t ready;, it wasn’t planned. It was just the stars aligned (or misaligned). And this was your thought process.
“OMG that’s him.”
This is not happening. Am I dreaming? Is this a nightmare? I don’t even know. Do I look OK?
“Calm down. Calm down.”
You can do this. You can do this. Stay calm. You dated this person or had something at least with this person for a chunk of your life. Relax. You’re doing fine.
“OMG, he’s coming closer.”
This is really happening, and I don’t know if I want to cry or scream or both. I feel like I could throw up. Don’t throw up. Do not throw up.
“I can’t escape."
There is no back door, no secret exit—you can’t run away now. He’s made eye contact. You’re going to have to do this. Take a deep breath.
“Act cool. Be chill.”
Be chill. You got this. Remember who you are. You’re chill. You’re like freaking a ice cube.
“Say hello. Go ahead.”
Open your mouth. Remember how to talk. Say, “Hi.”
Five minutes into the conversation…
“Damn, he looks ____.”
This could be good, bad, horrible, unhappy, whatever. Either way something will come into your mind that has to do with how he looks. It’s just the reality of the situation.
“Thank God that’s over.”
Whether it ended horribly or was just a friendly small talk conversation, either way you made it out alive. Congrats! You survived seeing your ex for the first time with hopefully no tears, vomit, tripping, or screaming. You show ‘em, girl.