A friend in Jesus

I was reminded of the ex today, who has been an ex for long enough that he needs an actual nickname, and that nickname shall be Red Sox, because he very nearly ruined baseball for me while we were together.

Red Sox was a sentimental guy. For our first Christmas, I bought him a sleep-over-at-Jess's stocking, complete with boxers, a toothbrush and a razor. He thought it was sweet, but it was nothing compared to his reaction when he opened his other present, this:



He stared at it quietly for a minute. Then his eyes started to well up.

"You really get me," he said, his voice shaky. "No one's ever gotten me the way you do."

There's a first. A nice post about the ex, I mean Red Sox.