The 325th last day of my 20s

So on the 325th last day of my 20s, I went to work, came home. I went to this church function with a friend of mine, and I met the girl of my dream's ex. He's a nice guy - understated, pleasant, polite, intelligent. As a bonus, he's quite dapper in a suit.

I'm quite impressed. The girl of my dreams has exceptional taste. If I was a girl, I'd be tripping over myself trying to get his attention... which actually happened while I was there. This really cute girl threaded her way down the aisle, tripped over his feet, and started chatting with him. He brushed her off in the end, but damn, he's good. Effortless.