4 months, 1am: the inevitable run-in
You’re on a helluva bender, but have been enjoying the perks of being a single New Yorker. One Saturday night, you’re out at Pearl's (because you're soooo Jefftown now). You hit the bar for another drink and notice your ex leaning on the other side. How did you miss their entrance? The place is a shoebox. You know the emotions flooding your brain are the alcohol, but still. Shit. You become flustered and dart your eyes around the room when they catch you staring at them.
Oh, shit. Oh, Jesus. Is that your ex at the end of the bar? Aren’t there like, a million other bars they could be at? No, of course it’s this one. You try your hardest to act natural but instead your body offers a comically overdone perplexed wave/shrug and before you know it, you’re walking over to the other side of the bar against your will.
4 months, 1:04am: bargaining and losing with yourself
Well, that was awkward, but you have to admit it was nice seeing them, though. You’re happy for how well they seem to be doing, but also slightly resentful that they might actually be better without you. You drink more to remind yourself that you are clearly, definitely winning at happiness. At the very least, you're making more money at your marketing gig than they are freelancing for that tech blog.