So, two days ago I got a text message from a number that looked vaguely familiar. Turns out it was my Ex with whom I haven't spoken with in a year. She was using the fact that she found a table that might look good in my house to try to start a conversation with me.

Immediately, my beta feels for her came rushing back and I felt her gravity starting to pull me into orbit.

I fired reverse thrusters and quickly reached escape velocity by deflecting the attempt at conversation and telling her I hoped that she was doing well and wishing her luck in the rest of her life.

She'll try again soon and I'll be a little meaner...