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Remember yesterday when I was complaining about being old and not knowing it? Yeah, still doing it. Yesterday I ran into a hot guy that I went on a date with once at the gas station. I think our date took place about 5 years ago, when he was in a month-long hiatus before going back to an ex. Before that, I had met him 3 years earlier. I seem to run into him at random moments over the years. I saw him last summer, and we always recognize each other right away. It’s odd. Anyhoo, I was admiring the color of the car that pulled up on the other side of the pump yesterday, but then I just looked off and carried on with my business. When I turned back to the pump, I heard, “Hi Pam,” as this head poked around from the other side. I was a little surprised to see him, because it was a different car than I’m used to seeing him in. Then I just started laughing and he came over to admire my car. Then I went to get a closer look at his and I noticed it. The back seat. A car seat. I said, “Is this your car?” He said yes, to which I blurted out as I pointed to the back window, “Is that your child’s??” He said that any second it was, that “she” was a week overdue. Eeeek! A child! When was he taken off the market? Lucy and I had drinks with him last summer – there was no mention of any kind of girl or anything that would signify even the chance of impending fatherhood. Of course, I called Lucy when I got home to tell her all about it, and she was aghast. “Wha? Huh? He can’t be a father. He’s too hot! When did all of this happen? No! We’re old! He’s too cute to be saddled. No!” It seems we’re all in agreement. He’s too cute to not be with one of us, and clearly, we’re old. Ack. It’s strange seeing random people like that, though. A few weeks ago I was at a stoplight and saw a familiar looking guy driving by. As I was scanning my brain to figure out who he was, it occurred to me that one of the last times that I saw this boy was about 9 years ago when I was randomly making out with him. It’s strange to see those people, the random makeouts. I think we all have them. “Oh hey, last time I saw you we were sucking face. Yeah, I pretty much had no use for you after that. Um, nice to see you again.” The funniest thing about this one particular guy was that wasn’t the first time I had seen him since. That was even more awkward. Last year I came home and he was installing carpeting in my house, right outside my bedroom. Great. He’s in my house. Of course, I got right on the phone with Lucy and had to speak in hushed tones, but I was laughing so hard that she had no idea what I was even saying. “I said Pauly Pauly is in my house! YES! IN MY HOUSE. Shhhhh!” I could hear the skeletons clinking around in my closet as we volleyed back and forth with the, “You kissed him!” “So did you!” “No I didn’t!” “I was there!” Oh man. Hey, come to think of it, he pulled out pictures of his new baby to show me. What is going on here? Boys! Babies! OLD! No wonder why I stick with the young ones.
before & after
2006-09-30 - Site Move & Favorite Entries
2006-09-25 - Evil Easter Bunnies & Rock Climbing!
2006-09-22 - Shameful-Purchase Hiding & A New Dentist Plan
2006-09-19 - Birthday Picture/Video Diary & The Wheelmobile
2006-09-14 - An Entry About Hall & Oates? Really?
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