My ex came to my house Sunday afternoon.
We sat outside and talked about his new job and his new guns..
and the fact that someone shot at him through his window at home while he was cooking. I thought about it.. He never cooked for me...but then again, I never cooked for him. come to think of it..we have never ever consumed any food while in each other's presence
Well, except fo r the time afterwards when he fixed himself a ham sandwhich.
I usually miss my ex's...but I don't miss him at all.

I am happy with the man I am with now... he makes me smile just looking at him. And he HAS cooked for me.

I still want that Hot Dog!