A Gorgeous Day and I Buy a Pillow

Isn't that the most exciting headline you've ever read?

Clear, sunny, but freezing day in the city today, nothing to do but walk around. Go shopping with the Henrys, a pair of my married couple friends, who I originally met through my ex-girlfriend.

Wandering through the West Village, I momentarily hold back as I see another ex, the model Xtina, walk by a few feet in front, obliviously chatting on her phone. I don't understand my hesitation, but I haven't seen the girl in nine months, and I don't think the first encounter would best be handled in front of friends, especially considering how my last encounter with an ex went (see below, last Thursday).

How bloody small is this city?

The three of us grab dim sum, stroll shops, I try not to ask them about the ex they know (I really want to know/I really don't want to know/argh), we enjoy Argentine ice cream, and somehow I buy my first pillow. I don't know how it happened, we were in a shop, they were having a sale, and I saw this pale blue pillow that I suddenly, absolutely had to have. Hm. When does the time come in a grown straight man's life that he buys his first pillow? Today.