Finally.

Countless scenarios have run through my mind.

Sometimes, she is everything I thought she would be: Big limpid eyes, demure smile, luminous skin, long silky hair, great body, and the sweetest-looking and mild-tempered creature. And I would quickly hide behind the nearest pillar, as my already deflated ego and I are instantly shrunk into a tiny whimpering mouse.

Sometimes, I fantasized about finding the courage to walk up, chin held high, to chat him up, and boldly check her out from head to toe, taking in every single detail, for later dissection.

Sometimes, I would let the snideness take over, introduce myself to her, and say, "Oh, so you are the one who continued to ask him out even though you knew I was still his girlfriend."

Mostly, I just dreaded the "meeting". Because I couldn't bear the visual reminder that he had moved on. And because I didn't want to look and feel inferior beside the other woman.

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I didn't even see them coming towards me. The bear spotted me first, and it actually took me about 3 seconds to register that the guy smiling at me widely, and almost sheepishly, was him. I quickly figured that the girl nearest to him was the woman -- I almost thought she couldn't be, but there was no other female in his immediate vicinity. It's quite a blur, but I think I smiled back at him, said "Hi", and then hurried after SF, to tell her.

Across racks of clothes, we checked each other out; oh yes, she was just as curious. The strange thing is, the few times she turned around to look, or rather glare, she looked mighty pissed. Maybe I looked like I was glaring at her too. Shrug. But she sure looked like I had been the one who stole her boyfriend. Snort.

Friends asked whether I took the opportunity to go up and kick her ass.

Nope. And I don't regret not having used the opportunity to.

Because when I saw her, and her pissed face, I knew she was not worth my effort.

Of course, it helped that I was looking good on Saturday. If you must know, it's a girl thing :-)