Winner ex

From my inbox:

'Hiya. So I'm going to be in town next week for business. Would you make Boston a little less torturous by having lunch with me? Or are you still anorexing these days?'

This is from an ex that still turns me into mush(read: lovesick puppy). Executive at a Fortune 500 Comp. Hvd/Sloan grad. Wears a pompadour and pulls it off well. Winner ex has been driving me crazy since 2001 (This is not the 3some dude.)

I wrote back:
'Silly you. Anorexing is so 2002. Of course I'm eating. Whether I'd do it w/you is another question, though. How is your wife? Heard you sired a kid.'

Reply:
'We're separated. No comments, please. Haven't spawned yet, thank God. Can't wait to see you though!'

Me:
'Can't say I'm surprised. You do have Alimony Pony written all over your forehead. Tsk. I'll let you know abt lnch next wk.'

Of course I'm going to see him. I'm going to run 10 miles a day and eat nothing until D-Day, duh!

(Note: He was not married when we were together, in case you were wondering.)

And yes, it does make it look like I don't care when I use abbreviations. It's laboriously casual.

Update:
My last reply to winner ex, re. his wife- "Abt time for a trade-in, anyhow. Make sure you wrap it before you tap it though-- the last thing you need is the annoyance of child support!"