The thing with not blogging per my usual schedule is that when I sit down to actually write something, everything feels backed up. It’s like when you’re waiting in an abhorrently long line at the grocery store and a new cashier calls over the next person and everyone stampedes over. “Me first! I’m next!” they cry out with their body language.
Hey, you can’t ALL be next. Somebody better start telling the truth.
So let’s take this one thing at a time starting with last night. I was sitting with a friend at a new local hot spot when someone caught my eye. He looked familiar but I couldn’t place him. I stared at him. He stared at me. We cocked our heads, thinking. Then he quizzically said my name and I tentatively said his and we both nodded in affirmation and then hugged.
This guy is someone I went to elementary school with. I am turning thirty-six in three months so it’s been a loooooooong time since I last saw him. If it weren’t for the wonder of Facebook, we would never have recognized each other. Or even known we lived in the same city. I turned to introduce him to my friend and guess what? They used to be neighbors!
Seattle is a very big small town.
Speaking of Facebook, last week I received an email on there from an ex I have not spoken to in almost seven years. The message claimed he just wanted to say hello. It mentioned something about hoping Seattle was good and how he is moving to the east coast. I didn’t even know where he was living or what he was doing. Last I heard, he married the girl he dated after me (which is a scenario that plays out FAR too often in my life). He obviously looked for me but the reason why alludes me. Just totally random and weird. I wrote back a few sentences then he responded with a couple and then it just . . . ended. Sort of like our former romance.
There’s one thing we can thank him for though- he’s the one who nicknamed me Sizzle.