Went to a funeral yesterday. Ex was there. I felt nothing but minor irritation.

Said hello. Sat elsewhere (knew lots of folks there).

Ex, SIMP, and SIMP’s daughter asked if I wanted to go out for shots afterward. Shots? Ummm, I’m 59, not 23! “I have other plans.”

Divorced former coworker asks me on the way out whether I’m dating. Tells me how women are qualifying him for sex because he makes good money, knows I can do same. “No dating for me; I’m not a hiring agency.”

OP laughs at the universe.