Mel

All my exes live in Texas… er, Cleveland

I can’t cut the string to my exes. For whatever subconscious reason, I keep them around. I call and check on them once-in-a-while, send a random text message to assure “I-still-think-about-you,” try to squeeze in some drunken ex-sex, casually stroll into the corner bar I know they hang out, and if workplaces weren’t so private (and you didn’t work from home), I’m sure I...