The Ex-Boyfriend

Not so long ago, I was reduced to two words by an ex-girlfriend of mine. You know, like "The Engineer" or "The Photographer", except that it was neither of those. I was sort of offended by it because it was nothing close to what I imagine I could be reduced to. To her defense, she was trying to make a point about something else, and my reduction was just for dramatic effect. Still, seeing these two words that supposedly encapsulate my entire being sort of took me by surprise.

Anyway, I hosted and hung out with one of the two other reduced ex-boyfriends just the other night (as it turns out, it was "The Professional Musician"). I didn't bring our mutual ex- into the conversation, but secretly, I bonded with him by keeping our labels fresh in my mind during the evening.