Happy Birthday, Eric!
Eric is now 26 (and he remains one of the very few YOUNGER men I've dated in my time, might I add.)
Happy birthday, E...and no, I'm not giving you "that" for your birthday. Freak.
Actually, now that I think about it....next to the one I'm currently living with, Eric is the only ex, period, that I still talk to these days. Let's take a trip back in time, shall we? It was the summer of 19....something. Maybe 2000. Definitely post-college (for me, anyway). We only dated for a few months (actually, "dated" is kind of a euphemism, hee hee). We ended on relatively friendly terms (being younger, he wasn't in a "relationship" frame of mind) and, although we occasionally fall out of touch, we always end up back in contact again.
...Where was I going with this? I guess the point I intended to make is that, for ex-boyfriends, Eric's pretty damn cool. He's not a bad friend, either.
So like I was saying....Happy Birthday, E.