This was certainly unexpected.
I have become somewhat reacquainted with a face from my past.
Some background.
Years ago, shortly out of high school, I had an occasion to sweep a woman off her feet. I did not capitalize. I guess it could be said that I carried a bit of a flame for this girl in high school. She was unattainable, though. We spent time together, sure, both at school, and away from it. But she was always involved with someone, and I was too timid to make any sort of superceding move. Unfortunately, the most opportune time for me to make a move, was the least opportune time for her to receive one. I will not go into detail on that situation. It is entirely too convoluted.
After I graduated high school, we fell out of touch.
About four years out of high school, I found myself back in the home neighborhood. She was helping out at her family-run bar, and looking at starting college. She had planned on taking a year off of school, and that year quickly expanded to two. She wanted to get started before that two years suddenly became ten, or more. I can relate, retroactively. For reasons I did not choose to explore, she was thinking about going to University of Alaska Fairbanks. Shortly after that meeting, I got a feeling that she had been looking for a reason to stay local, and wanted me to make the move to be that reason. I was either too dense to notice in a timely manner, or too stupid to act. Either way nothing happened.
Fast forward ten years.
I bumped into her on campus this morning. I was waiting for my calculus class to start, and she walked past on her way out of her own calc class. When she saw me, she stopped dead.
I am quite surprised that we recognized each other. I have trouble recognizing people I had classes with last quarter, yet the familiarity between us was still there. I would have thought a flame dormant for so long would have been extinguished entirely, but there it was.
I asked what she had been up to.
"I am so close to my bachelor's degree," she tells me, "I just need to grab a couple of classes here and do some paperwork for UAF."
"Congratulations, on that," I reply. How the hell do I remember she was going to Alaska? I do not remember my own phone number most of the time. But I remember the one time she told me her college plans? "How did you like Alaska?"
"It was good," she said. "I am married, now..."
Well, crap. There goes that.
"... And we've got a couple kids."
And the Boom is back in the game.
I may need to explain a bit to people who are not Weevil. My history with women is brief, but colorful. Of the four women who have spent time in my unclothed company (I use the past tense because I am fully clothed, at the moment), three were married, and all four had children. This is not a circumstance I deliberately seek out. It is a curious coincidence that brings amusement to many.
Adding another would take this from coincidence, past trend, and firmly into the realm of pattern.
Nothing is ever easy.
Years ago, shortly out of high school, I had an occasion to sweep a woman off her feet. I did not capitalize. I guess it could be said that I carried a bit of a flame for this girl in high school. She was unattainable, though. We spent time together, sure, both at school, and away from it. But she was always involved with someone, and I was too timid to make any sort of superceding move. Unfortunately, the most opportune time for me to make a move, was the least opportune time for her to receive one. I will not go into detail on that situation. It is entirely too convoluted.
After I graduated high school, we fell out of touch.
About four years out of high school, I found myself back in the home neighborhood. She was helping out at her family-run bar, and looking at starting college. She had planned on taking a year off of school, and that year quickly expanded to two. She wanted to get started before that two years suddenly became ten, or more. I can relate, retroactively. For reasons I did not choose to explore, she was thinking about going to University of Alaska Fairbanks. Shortly after that meeting, I got a feeling that she had been looking for a reason to stay local, and wanted me to make the move to be that reason. I was either too dense to notice in a timely manner, or too stupid to act. Either way nothing happened.
Fast forward ten years.
I bumped into her on campus this morning. I was waiting for my calculus class to start, and she walked past on her way out of her own calc class. When she saw me, she stopped dead.
I am quite surprised that we recognized each other. I have trouble recognizing people I had classes with last quarter, yet the familiarity between us was still there. I would have thought a flame dormant for so long would have been extinguished entirely, but there it was.
I asked what she had been up to.
"I am so close to my bachelor's degree," she tells me, "I just need to grab a couple of classes here and do some paperwork for UAF."
"Congratulations, on that," I reply. How the hell do I remember she was going to Alaska? I do not remember my own phone number most of the time. But I remember the one time she told me her college plans? "How did you like Alaska?"
"It was good," she said. "I am married, now..."
Well, crap. There goes that.
"... And we've got a couple kids."
And the Boom is back in the game.
I may need to explain a bit to people who are not Weevil. My history with women is brief, but colorful. Of the four women who have spent time in my unclothed company (I use the past tense because I am fully clothed, at the moment), three were married, and all four had children. This is not a circumstance I deliberately seek out. It is a curious coincidence that brings amusement to many.
Adding another would take this from coincidence, past trend, and firmly into the realm of pattern.
Nothing is ever easy.
5 comments:
For a minute or two I was concerned you were talking about my mom. Then I realized that cannot be, as she isn't in college, has never been to AK, and only has one kid... I think.
Wait! Is it Coco?
Oh, and I nearly got to be in the next round of NBC Thursday night Superbowl commercials as a result of you being "back in the game".
So... did you get the requisite information to lay out a gameplan?
No, Trevor, it wasn't your mom. It wasn't Coco. And I didn't lay out a gameplan. I never have. Like I said, I don't go seeking out the married women with multiple children. It just happens. Really. The fact that they are 75% of my history is not my fault... entirely.
If it were, you would not be the boom I love, man.
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