And then there were 5....

Maybe I should take it as a compliment that five of my former flames showed up to celebrate my 22nd birthday. To me, it means I've done a good job staying friends with my exes and I haven't had horrible breakups. But damn if it wasn't awkward when #5 showed up. Everywhere I looked there was someone who had probably seen me naked, or at least touched my boob, and that's really never good. Luckily there was no drama, and although I didn't anticipate any fist-fights, it would have made the evening even more memorable. The moral of this story; stay friends with your exes, but don't overdo the invites.