I ran into an ex yesterday morning on the subway.  This, of course, meant that I was still slightly foggy, and he had to call my name a few times before I heard him, but we had a nice little chat.  Also turns out I had bumped into a good friend of his a few weeks back (thanks, Twitter!).  As pleasant as our chat was (and as much as I suddenly realized he looks a bit like Chris O'Donnell, whose face seems to be plastered all over busses lately), it was still crystal clear that we are not meant to be -- he was mentioning how his new apartment was right across from the bike path, which made his early morning rides so much easier, and I was reading a book about cheese.  Not much has changed.