So, I have no idea as to why, but for whatever reason, not all but definitely more than half the time, I mange to either put on pants initially or use the bathroom and fail to recall pants have zippers. At a certain point, had we really spent any time together if I didn’t hear a chuckle followed by, “babe, zipper.” I’ll take “things I’d miss out of a relationship” for $1000 , Alex.

It’s been a touch over 3 weeks since we split and honestly, I’ve actually managed far better than I’d have anticipated. Until I just ran to the bathroom in between drinks at the bar I’m at. Walked in, went to unzip and shocker, that’s already taken care of.

Not only in that moment did I realize I’ve been been bouncing around at least two hours sans zipped fly, yet I had discovered this without her reminding me. Why the fuck, of all the things, is this the one that hit me right in the feels? My zipper reminder? Really? And this is why we can’t have nice thing.