Saw a guy at my gym earlier this week and had that weird sense of déjà vu, but brushed it off. Two days later I saw him again near the squat racks and forced myself to remember where I knew his face from. Then it hit me: he is the exact same guy I hooked up with two years ago after matching online. Back then, he was effortlessly charming, arguably one of the best-looking men I'd met. We had a brief, intensely fun phase, after which he disappeared off the radar and I moved on into another relationship. Here is the wild twist: he is fully married now. His wife comes to the same gym with him, and they work out together doing matching couple sets. It’s undeniably cute, but standing there holding dumbbells watching someone who used to send you reckless midnight texts spot his wife on the bench press was the most surreal experience of my life. We made direct eye contact in the mirror today. He gave me that subtle, knowing half-smile, and I almost dropped my shaker bottle.