I have the incredible luck of running into my ex-boyfriend when I'm looking Particularly...uh..."casual."
As in I-just-went-on-a-run-with-my-coworker/friend-and-have-a-nice-case-of-hat-hair
what-was-I-thinking?" casual. Of course, to counteract my too-large sweatshirt, icky face and old adidas warmups, he was all put together in his business casual "I'm-6-foot-5-and-need-my-shirts-taken-in-because-I'm-THAT-tall-and-svelt."
Don't forget the last time I ran into him (almost literally) It was in walmart on a Saturday. No shower.
Yes, I have a gift.