This sounds a little odd. Well, more than a little odd. But here goes.
I bumped into an old boyfriend at a restaurant in London today. Was utterly odd, as you can imagine. 'Let me introduce you to my wife' 'Pleased to meet you. Let me introduce you to my husband'. You get the scenario. It was fun though, and he hasn't changed a bit and his wife seems lovely and his kids seem jolly (and got on with mine) and we did the whole 'isn't it a small world' thing.
So when I got slightly tipsily home, I decided that the thing to do was google my ex-boyfriends.
This has worked out very oddly.
One of them is apparently tipped to win the next Nobel prize in his field (I am NOT joking) in a field which I will not divulge because it would therefore out him and me. How utterly delightful!
One of them has just declared himself bankrupt. The notice was in the London Gazette. This has had me in tears. I left him because he was utterly feckless. Gorgeous but feckless.
I'm not googling any more.