People told me that my 25th year was going to be a big year in my life, but I think it's going to be my 26th. I'm generally a happy person. I like to watch and look, whether it be at people, places or things. I don't have cable because if I did, I wouldn't get anything done. I love to travel and want to see the world. My head is a constant jukebox, which sometimes is awesome, and sometimes sucks. I'm really good at organizing and I think someday I might make a good manager, but I have a few creative bones in my body, as well. I'm loyal to a fault, which bothers some people. I am shy and quiet, which some people take as being aloof. I always walk behind people, and I have no idea why. I am soooo not a critic. I have a great memory, but I forget little stuff like the name of that song, or book, or bottle of wine that I really loved. I am generally confident, but sometimes I'll get insecure and complain (even though I have no right to, because I'm a lucky girl). I'm frugal enough to be able to afford a bit of luxury. I'm a night owl and hate getting up early. Plus, I love sleeping. And animals. And nature. And wine. And chips and salsa and boys with foreign accents and learning and dancing and laughing and and and and... so much more.
This past Saturday was Picnic Day at UCDavis. It's basically an open house for the students thinking of attending in the fall, and a party day for alumni and current students. I've gone almost every year. Part (dare I say, most) of the fun of Picnic Day is catching up with friends that you haven't seen in a while. Usually, I've contacted my good friends beforehand, to see who's going to be in the area, but occasionally you run across someone that you used to know and haven't seen in a long time. Sometimes, it's a happy occurrence, but other times.....
I was standing in line for mouthwatering Woodstocks pizza on Saturday evening. I was just chatting, enjoying the beautiful weather and looking across the street when a small group of people stop in front of me. My first thought is: that guy looks familiar. Then: no. It can't be. Jesse? My mouth falls open just a little bit.
Jesse is an ex. I haven't seen him in 4 years or so, and even that was a brief encounter. We had an amicable split, so there are no hard feelings, but it was still a shock to see him standing in front of me after all these years. Unfortunately, because of said shock, I was only able to softly blurt out his name, and so he walked away without hearing (or seeing) me. Still, my mind reeled back over the years. It would've been nice to say hi and see what he's doing.
Cut to an hour and a half later or so, and I'm eating pizza, having a great time with my friends. I look up towards the door and think: that guy looks familiar. Then: oh my god. It's Joey. Again, my mouth falls open, only this time my eyebrows scrunch together because...
Joey is an ex. My friends catch my expression and ask what's up. I feebly mumble: Ex number 2. Joey, I haven't seen in about 3 years. And again, it was an amicable split, but good grief Charlie Brown! 2 long-lost exes within 2 hours of each other? Is the universe trying to give me a heart attack?? Because I'm so freaked out, my body starts an adrenaline surge. Apparently, it was fight or flight time, though I felt rooted to my chair. And my beer. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) the line for pizza was long, so I had time to covertly glance at him, while drinking my beer and trying to calm down. He looked well. He actually looked better than he did when we were seeing each other. I figured, why not say hi?
So I walk over, and tap him on the shoulder. He looks over and is surprised, but looks happy to see me. Asks if I'm still at the same job (I'm surprised that he remembers it), and living in the area. I reply that no, I'm living in the bay area, then ask him what he's up to. He replies that he's living in the city and doing well. Then he asks for my number and says we should catch up. I say sure, and we part ways.
I get back to the table and my friends are dying to hear what he said. I say, "He asked for my number". Then I say, "2 exes in the same day- I don't think I can take any more." My friend M replies, "Don't think of it as seeing 2 exes- think of it as having 2 guys ask for your number in a week."
I like that better.