Ex-Boyfriend Land

There's an episode of Sex and the City in which the ladies are sitting around discussing ex-boyfriends: the aftermath. Carrie is of the opinion that it's possible to remain friendly with an ex after a breakup. Miranda, though, is not as convinced. "Believe me," she says, "I would love to be one of those people who's all 'we loved, thank you, you enriched my life, now go and prosper.' But I'm much more, 'we didn't work out, you need to not exist'." And I'm very much with Miranda on this one. After a breakup, don't ex-boyfriends go to Ex-Boyfriend Land, some farm in upstate New York, where they can run around and chase bunnies? I'm convinced that they ought to occupy some sort of parallel universe from the rest of us, so that we no longer run the risk of contact. And I say this as a person who has not had to deal with breakups and ex-boyfriends for lo these ten years. Yet somehow, through the miracle of technology, one of them has found me again, through Facebook. (Apparently the parallel universe of Ex-Boyfriend Land has Facebook, too. Who knew?) He messaged me the other day, "just wanted to say hi." Huh? You wanted to say hi? Couldn't you have said "hi" to your neighbor or something? Why me? I've chosen to ignore it, for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that I think it's weird. It's weird, right? I'm not alone on this, right? Bueller? Bueller?