I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Un-boyfriend is useless. Several months ago, I had a minor emotional outburst and posted about Mr. Big X returning to the area from Chicago. Un-boyfriend and I had been broken up for a few months before I started dating Mr. Big X. They knew each other, and were civil to one another.
As it turns out, he happens to be working in the same building as Un-boyfriend. How about that for a coincidence?? When I found out that they would be working in the same building, I was sure that Un-boyfriend would provide me with some scoop about Mr. Big X. He would regale me with stories about how Mr. Big X had a receding hairline, an extra chin, and a pot belly. I was looking forward to hearing all about it.
They had their first run in about 2 months ago. Un-boyfriend saw Mr. Big X from across the gym. They did not speak to one another, and he could not provide me with a physical description of how Mr. Big X had lost his once hot looks. Nothing. Not. One. Damned. Thing. Since then, I hear that they ride in the elevator together and they pretend not to know one another.
Until today. Below is the email exchange highlighting the interaction between Un-boyfriend and Mr. Big X:
- UB: I just talked to your boy for the first time.
- CS: How’d that go for you?
- UB: Super. He said, “Hey Un-boyfriend, how are you?” I said, “Good Mr. Big X, how are you doing?” To which he replied, “Good.”
He clearly missed the memo where he’s supposed to get me all the dirt on Mr. Big X so that I can revel in the fact that his life went to shit after he dumped me on New Year’s. That’s right, on New Year’s. Nice guy.
