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When we were about to land in Salt Lake I looked over at the inebriated travel agent sitting next to me who had passed out cold in his seat after many failed attempts at trying to hit on me and thought “As soon as this plane lands I’m going to be breathing the same air of at least a dozen ex boyfriends.”
Coming home to a place where you grew up within the same five mile radius your whole life sucks in that respect. You become so likely to run into someone you know that it consumes you. In Indiana I can head out it sweats and a scrunchie to eat a double cheeseburger without fear. Here I run the risk of smacking right into Bethany, the girl who sabotaged my high school career. Or Patrick, the boy who smashed my heart into unrecognizable pieces and left me thinking it was my fault. I don’t want to run into either of these people wearing sweatpants and a scrunchie with cheeseburger smeared on my chin. If you haven’t been to Utah, don’t come if you have low self esteem, this state will suck it out of you faster than standing naked next to Angelina Jolie. I don’t know why, but I’ve just come to accept it. So everyday before I head out I spend an extra twenty minutes over doing it, because the moment I run to market in scrubbies, no wedding ring and a snot covered child is the moment I come face to face with Patrick and his perfectly put together girlfriend (or wife or boyfriend or who cares whatever). I then could only hope that he saw me driving the manual transmission car I am borrowing, he’s the one that said “chicks who drive sticks are hot” and that’s the only reason I learned to drive one. Hell, at 15 he could have told me chicks who have hairy armpits are hot and I would have quit shaving then and there.

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When I was pregnant the first time, I went home to visit my family. My fingers were swollen and I couldn’t wear my wedding ring. I don’t know how many people I ran into (of course I only ran into people that I WOULD NOT want to see). But I knew they were thinking “ahh, unwed and pregnant, ha ha.”

Growing up in a small town is just too much fun…isn’t it??

Okay, the main reason I hate to go visit the place that my husband and I met and my parents still live? Is because EVERY SINGLE TIME WE ARE THERE we run into one of his ex-girlfriends. EVERY TIME.

And there are a LOT of them, and no, I don’t want to talk about that.

Well most of mine and Tim’s dating years were here in Lethbridge…and yet we still live here. Between the two of us we have a ton of exes to run into. At one point the two girls that were my visiting teachers were BOTH girls that Tim dated seriously. Ya, talk about awkward.

I can totally relate. Every single time i run some errands looking like garbage, i run into people i haven’t seen in years. It never fails.

So true, for me too! I like to be lazy, and have been known on more than one occasion to book it to the mall after the gym, looking, well, like a stinky sweaty pig–and ALWAYS, ALWAYS I see that one person, or the “popular” girl from high school. I say screw it dude…but I also feel your pain, and seeing how I knew Bethany way before you and she somehow made me feel like garbage at the tender age of second grade…if you see her give her a punch in her perfect little nose for me. Sorry I have been MIA..crazy week for us here! Hugs and can’t wait to see your stellarly hott self.

It surprises me everytime it happens. I’m soo used to not knowing people that when I do bump into someone it scares the crap out of me for some strange reason.

First time I bumped into someone I knew here in Manch she had called out to me about 6 times before it registered. When it did I must have jumped a foot-it scared me so. Weird innit!

I know how you feel! Coming from a small town. Never failing to run into someone you want to impress when it’s no make up, sweats, hell no bath yet! uck

your writing never fails to improve,

really.

that part about the wedding ring. i’m glad to hear someone else worries about that besides me.

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