Tonight we had a bowl-a-thon to raise money for the burn center. I knew that I would see the Boy there; it would be the first time since he dumped me. I was a little nervous, but was on a team with friends, so I knew I'd be OK and have a good time.

This afternoon, as I was riding out to Chapel Hill to shop here, my phone rang. I'd been waiting for a call, so I answered, even though I didn't recognize the number. It was the Boy.

Boy: Are you bowling tonight?
WG: Yes.
Boy: Can you bring my tent?
WG: It's already in my car.
Boy: What are you doing?
WG: Going to Chapel Hill to buy jewelery.
Boy: Oh, OK. Well, I'd talk otherwise, but I'll let you go, since you're with (mutual friend). We can catch up tonight.
WG: OK. Bye.

Tonight, he ended up being 2 lanes away (meaning there was only one lane between us). I was hanging with my friends, having a good time. He came up several times to talk- I was fairly laconic. At one point I was standing near the lane, talking. I had my hand on my hip, and he walked by, said, "Hey" and bumped my arm. Pregnant Friend: "Wow. He really is a jackass. I think he's pissed that you're having a good time."

Later, as I walked by him after returning my shoes, he said, "Meet me in the parking lot?" I said OK, because, well, tent. He gave me a flirtatious eyebrow raise (trust me, I know him, and I know what it means). I believe it was met with an eyeroll and derisive snort.

I waited for him in the parking lot, and handed him his tent when he came out.

Boy: So, what have you been up to?
WG: Not much, traveling for work a lot.
Boy: Any hot dates?