On Monday night Mr. DD and I had dinner with his (extremely pregnant and beyond adorable) ex-girlfriend and her husband. We had the best time. I realize that some people find this kind of thing odd. Plenty of people look at me sideways when I tell them about encounters with exes. It seems that there are 2 very distinct ends of the spectrum. On one end there are those that stay very close to their exes and others that never speak another word after a break-up. Mr. DD and I find ourselves planted firmly at the former end. We love a good ex, actually. Now granted, some of our exes don't love us... especially mine. (What can I say? I'm a heart-breaker; guilty as charged.) There are even a handful that likely hate our guts. And of course, they are entitled to those feelings. However, it seems bizarre to me to spend any amount of time in a relationship with someone and then sever every last tie. I don't want to do it. And I'm glad that my husband doesn't either... because, frankly I totally love his ex. In fact, every time we see her, I find myself shaking my head in disappointment and saying to him, "Geez, you really blew it with her. She's super-great. You missed the boat on that one, sucker."