Ex-Girlfriends
I like you. I do.
I just need a break.
A break...Up?
No, no, no, no.
Not a break-up.
Just...a break.
What's the difference?
I mean, besides two letters...
- Graham.
- And a hyphen?
Okay.
It's not that I don't want to be
If you had known this was gonna happen,
you wouldn't have brought her here.
You would've gone somewhere
where no one knows you,
Not the place downstairs
from your apartment.
I feel like we're really on different pages,
maturity-wise.
Maybe I never really took the time I
needed to get over my ex-boyfriend.
Turkey on wheat.
Thanks.
Can I get you anything else?
No. Thanks.
Does that make sense?
So, are we...
It's not you.
It's me.
So it's you.
But I don't know.
Maybe it's kind of you, too.
So it's me?
I mean, we just kind of
jumped into something,
and I didn't take the time
to be on my own.
And this photography class I'm taking
is just taking up all my time and...
Everything was going so well.
You had introduced her to your parents.
She bought you that old typewriter
for your birthday.
And now you're here,
the crushing reminder that no matter
how close you think you are to someone,
you never know when
it's all going to just fall apart.
And you don't answer,
or if you do answer,
it's just like you're not there.
Graham?
- Paul.
- Paul.
Freshman year.
Batel, first floor.
Hi.
It's so funny I'm just
running into you now.
I'm here all the time.
That's funny.
Know who's having a party tonight?
No.
Sam.
Sam?
Sam.
Sam. Right.
Yeah.
Sophomore year, we all lived
third floor Stewart.
Sam.
You got to come.
You both should come.
I'm gonna text the address later on,
and I will see you there.
All right.
- Ciao.
- Later.
- Nice to meet you.
- See you.
Sorry. What were you saying?
Well, I was saying that sometimes it
doesn't feel like you're present, like...
like I don't even know if you're...
if you're listening to me
or what I'm thinking.
I mean, I can't tell what you're thinking.
You're just all over the place.
And as you sit there, it all
starts to feel very familiar.
And all the words start to sound like
all the other times
you've been broken up with,
or broken up with someone.
And you start to realize
that your life might completely
be going in circles.
I just don't think you know what you want.
But I'd like to stay in touch.
Maybe we can grab a coffee sometime.
Items to be returned/thrown away.
One copy, "unbearable lightness of being"
with notes in the margins,
lent/given as gift on second date.
One postcard from trip to Spain,
with affectionate writings on the back.
One purple shirt, given as gift,
rarely worn except in her presence.
One typewriter, Underwood 1939,
given as birthday gift.
Well, no need to get carried away.
Three Bobby pins, date
of origin unknown.
One letter written to Samantha
after first date
while she was in Phoenix for some reason,
unsent.
Letters from camp girlfriend,
circa sixth grade.
One photo key chain
made with college girlfriend
senior year at last chance dance.
Photos of various ex-girlfriends.
Old notebooks,
Ideas for novels that were never written.
Lists of things to do that were never done.
Notes written to distract you from class.
haven't thought about in years
who used to seem like the most
important person in the world.
People you've lost track of
but you still think about sometimes.
From now on, just move forward, move ahead,
focus on the present,
don't look back,
Don't get caught up
thinking about the past.
or whatever you do, don't.
Hey, Paul.
Right. Sam's party.
Okay.
See you there.
Hi.
Hey. I know you, man.
Uh, Grant.
Graham.
Graham! That's it.
I met you at, um...
Where (did) we meet?
When you see her at the party,
you're not sure it's her at first.
If it is her,
then she's changed her hair,
that's for sure.
It has been three years, so
that does seem fairly likely.
We were at that party together,
- at the Tribec...
- Excuse me.
I think that's my ex-girlfriend.
I hate that. I mean I just...
I can't stand running into exes
Oh, well, we'll catch up later, man.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Um, was that girl's name Laura?
Yeah, it is.
You wait in the hall, anxious,
looking awkward talking to no one.
but you don't wanna get caught in
a conversation and miss your chance.
Finally, she emerges.
It's her, Laura.
She looks just like she did.
Now is the moment,
the moment when your eyes will lock
and everything will come together.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
He just told me that.
I Like blog.
I'm, like, a blogger.
you know, my day and what
I'm eating... that kinda thing.
Oh, that's really neat.
Hi!
Oh, hey!
How are you?
I'm good. How are you?
Good.
Um... what are you doing here?
I... I know Sam.
Oh, I...
I didn't know you knew Sam.
Yeah. No. Uh, through Paul.
- Right.
- Right.
Right. Of course. Yeah.
Um...
I thought you moved.
I did. Um...
I did, and I was away for a while,
but now I'm back, so...
You ease into a routine
of irrelevant questions
and overly enthusiastic replies.
You try and make it seem
that everything's all right
and that life has been going well,
despite that e-mail you sent
late one night after a few too many drinks.
You try and make it seem like there's nothing
awkward about this chance meeting
but when you look at her smile,
you're reminded of how things used to be,
and you wonder why it ended
the way it did
and how your life has come to this point.
Hey, you'll never guess who's here.
Oh, um...
but, um...
It's really good to see you.
It's good to see you, too.
So, was it her, dude?
Yeah, it was her.
Oh, man! That...
How'd it go? Did you guys talk?
And that's when Ben enters the picture,
the guy you've met a dozen times
who never remembers your name.
Hey. How's it going, Ben?
Hey.
Graham.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know, dude.
How are you?
Good. How are you?
Good. You know, the same, but...
Good. Good.
Uh, this is, uh... Ben.
Ben, this is, uh...
som...
...somebody.
Cool.
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay.
You have a drink,
and then another,
thinking that maybe she'll notice
your world-weary malaise
and find it charming,
like she used to.
You keep a close watch on where she is
in the room the rest of the night,
trying not to be too close,
but trying to also be available
in anticipation of the follow-up conversation
where you both might open up more
and have a more in-depth talk
where she tells you that she's been thinking about how she regrets the way things ended
that maybe you two should
No,
a drink.
Yes, a drink.
If she says coffee, that means she doesn't really want to meet
and she's just being polite.
The night goes on and on, and
you keep looking over at her
and explaining to your
friends
how strange it is
that you used to go out with that girl
and haven't seen her in years.
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