PJ and I broke up around Labor Day and I suffered through our failed reconciliation about a month later. One night in November I was in my dorm suite by myself. I heard my roommates' phone ring and then stop--and then mine rang. Of course I answered it. It was PJ on the other end.
"One of your roommates said I could borrow her wine goblets tonight for the dinner I'm making. Could you find them for me so I could come up and get them?"
"Oh, okay," I replied.
A few minutes later he appeared at my door and I handed over the glasses while we made awkward small talk. I think we were both glad when he left to go downstairs to finish his dinner preparations.
My roommates came home a little while later and I told them about PJ's call and visit. My roommates exchanged a look and one of them broke the news to me that he had been preparing dinner for a girl, Lara, he'd met earlier that week.
Classy--borrowing glasses from the ex-girlfriend to impress the new prospect.