We have lunch plans for tomorrow. I am very excited about this...probably more so than I should be! I love the initial rush you get when seeing an old friend for the first time in years--especially when you used to share a certain chemistry with that person. It is so exhilirating and you have those few moments of awkward fumbling--do I go for the hug, the kiss on the cheek, handshake???--but once that smooths over and the physical contact occurs it is like coming home.
About a year ago I met an old classmate of mine for lunch. We had exchanged a few emails prior to this meeting and I was pleased with the prospect of a walk down memory lane with this person. When I arrived he was not there. I waited for over 15 minutes past our agreed upon time before he finally showed up. In his defense, he did attempt to call me at home, thinking that was my cell phone number. The first few minutes were awkard to say the least. It was like after 10 minutes of bringing each other up to speed on the previous 10 years, we had nothing else to say. I am a talker--lulls in conversation do not happen when I am around! It was odd to me that here we sat--two friends who used to share everything with each other--could now not manage enough conversation to get through a quick meal.
Got off track there for a minute...guess I am just hoping for the best but preparing for the worst for tomorrow's plans.
Hopefully I will have nothing but good things to report...
More later!
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