In My experience, the first encounter after a breakup is generally slightly awkward– or a LOT awkward, depending on the severity of the severance.
Last night was the first time in nearly three weeks that we saw each other, much less spent time in each other’s company.
The Physicist and I shared dinner and Killer Bunnies with mutual friends last night, and the most awkward part about the whole affair was the complete lack of awkwardness. It is, in fact, retrospectively awkward because — well — first encounters after breaking up are SUPPOSED to be awkward…. aren’t they?
I’m completely weirded out by the lack of weirdness.