Shortly after hubs and I decided to move to ‘Naptown here I found out a dude I dated like six years ago and haven’t seen in as many years and was also relocating to our new hometown.
No biggie. No biggie. Right? I mean I’m an adult. I don’t have social anxieties. Well…I just…I don’t do well in certain situations. I get awkward. Socially awkward and uncertain of how to react to that fight or flight thing.
I sensed that someday, I’d probably run into homeboy. I was certain it would be fine. Better than fine even because duh, I’m an adult.
But I wasn’t really mentally prepared for seeing him again at work. On a day when I almost just wore leggings and a hoodie because it was cold and I had cramps. I should have worn my baggier pants what the hell am I saying. I almost ran out the door without putting make up on, and god forbid I actually remember to do my hair. Or something. No, no, I looked half way decent and even if I didn’t well, whatever. No, no, I looked presentable but mentally felt like hell.
But you see, I wasn’t prepared to run into him and her. Much like I’m sure The Ex wouldn’t care to run into hubs and I in Boston or where ever. Things didn’t end so great six years ago with this dude and after getting over all the bitterness, we remained cordial but there was never a reason for us to stay in touch. That’s fine, I just hate being on bad terms with people. I don’t like when people don’t like me. I’m a perfectionist and I strive for acceptance. It’s just how I am.
So today, I was looking at some new product that I lust after. Cursing my lady cramps to myself and heard “Hey Heidi” in his voice that I hadn’t heard in so many years.
There he was. Not changed really. I looked up and then, not knowing what to say (hello awkwardness – thanks for that trait ‘rents) I said “Oh hey!” Then bowed my head walking away and cowered in the shadows of my two bosses.
In my head, I should have said something like “oh hey! How’s it going? How are you like Annapolis? Is this your girlfriend? Nice to meet you, I’m Heidi” and then made an education point on whatever it was she was looking at because, duh, that’s mah job right? But no. That’s not how it went.
Later, as I was showing my new manager some of my mad skillz, they came up. Oh noes. She was buying something. I couldn’t run away twice. Thankfully, new boss – the fabulous gal she is – talked them up. They introduced themselves, I smiled nicely and after they walked out, and I’m pretty sure I got color back in face and stopped shaking – holy heart racing batman! – I told her the story of how I “dated that dude back in college six years ago.”
“OH MY GOD! WHAT A SMALL WORLD!” She exclaimed in her Virginian accent.
Yes, small world indeed.
I’m sure we’ll run into each other again, unless by the fact that I work where I work, his girlfriend become a Lucy aficianado, and maybe next time I’ll introduce myself properly. I mean come now, where were my manners??? After all, we all remember this song no?
Disney could teach us all a thing about life.