I got out of the car and walked toward the door of the 1st floor condo. It was a beautiful day in Vegas. Not too hot for early September about 90 degrees, sun shining. The waxy tips of the palm prongs glisten above. It was a comfortable dry heat. I thought to myself. It is days like this that remind me why I live here. I turn the corner of the walkway into a little patio area in front of the front door. I wasn't paying attention. I must have been looking at the freshly trimmed shrubbery or enjoying the smell of the freshly cut grass when out of no where...Umph. I ran into someone. I look up. He was a decent looking guy. His hair was short, well groomed but matted on the side like he just got out of bed. He seemed as confused at I was as his blue eyes studied my face. "Are you going in here?" he asked hesitantly, as if after searching for the right words and this was the best thing he could come up with. Still confused I replied. "Uhh..I think this is the right place." I pretended to look at the number next to the door but I knew exactly where I was. "Yes, I am at the right place." I finished confidently. "O.K....cool." and he walked away.
I put the key in the key hole to unlock the door wondering if that indeed was my ex-girlfriends new lover or some potential burglar I just derailed from breaking into her apartment? As I turned my key there was no resistance in the lock shaft. This meant the door was unlocked. He apparently was on his way out. It was the worse of the two. Her lover.
She mentioned that she had started dating other people so it wasn't all that surprising. However, I loathed the fact that he was a normal looking handsome man. In fact, it pissed me off. You always want your ex's to date someone far less than you. That was apparently not the case in this situation.
