Here's how conversations with Exs would go if we were a bit more
honest with each other.
CK: Fucking shame we had to make eye contact with each other.
EX: I know. Every time we bump into each other we kind of fall into
this groove of pretending we like each other.
CK: Together we sort of surf the waves of social paranoia, don't we?
EX: Let's pretend we didn't see each other next time, okay?
CK: I think it's time for your Houdini impression, whatd'ya say?
EX: Sounds good. So, I'm going to get a drink from the bar.
CK: And you're with friends, right?
EX: Look forward to seeing you!
CK: Yeah, like an illness.
EX: Don't get run over, k? *smiles*
EX: *turns away* Wanker.