I enjoy living alone, especially in the company of my dog. But this past weekend, I celebrated a big birthday and wanted to wake up to something different. I dug into my ex boyfriend file and invited one of my favorites to spend (a platonic) weekend with me. It was a wild card choice, which in retrospect, was part of the appeal. Back in the day when we were madly in love, we didn’t talk about politics, so after picking him up at the airport, I was surprised to discover how far our points of view had veered. After 5 minutes in the car, I thought, “this is going to be a very long weekend.” But we quickly agreed to disagree, and kept a respectful truce for the reminder of our time together. It was easy to be with him, and we had lots of fun. I even put him to work changing the propane tank on my gas grill, which was a durable birthday present. I appreciated the break from my routine, though it didn’t make me want my life any other way.
Relativity by Alex Hall