Jezebel has a handy guide about how to survive meeting your significant other's ex.
It's a column topic I've wanted to tackle for quite some time. Perhaps my boyfriend is aware of this fact and thus intentionally sabotages any ex encounters.
A couple Christmases ago, it seemed like I was thisclose to the experience that will one day earn me a Pulitzer.
But alas, after a last-minute change in plans, I left my boyfriend's hometown with no investigative research under my belt.
Of course, my obsession with turning the encounter into a column is largely a defense mechanism to avoid inevitable fear and awkwardness.
It might make a good story in the long run, but meeting an ex is rarely something you'd immediately classify as pleasant.
Thoughts?