She emailed me after seeing me in the paper. Just a quote, eight paragraphs down. We hadn't talked in nine years, and then only a quick phone conversation when I came back to town. I asked her to lunch. At first she seemed interested, but she called back and said no. Then not a word for almost a decade.
She contacted me from her work email address. No matter what time of day we emailed, it was always from her work email. The conversations were always about her and me. Some here and there about her kids, but almost nothing about her husband. But it was always friendly and platonic. But still, lots of red flags. I even brought it up once. Asked her what her intentions were. She pretty much laughed it off and attributed it to my ginormous ego. From an Occam's Razor perspective, she was probably right.
So by now we're emailing back and forth fairly regularly. Not even about "catching up" topics. It was like no time had passed. And it wasn't even as if we were all that close back then either. She ran track at my sister school so we'd ridden on busses together. She high jumped and ran the 800, and I just pole vaulted so we had a LOT of time between events. You wouldn't even think we'd be a thing, especially if you saw her back then. Kinda mousy and slender (that my polite way of saying she was very flat-chested). Were were just mostly back-and-forth flirty, but we ended up getting together at regionals in a tent under the bleachers (if you know anything about track meets, particularly relays, they last a long long time with HOURS between your events). At the time, I was dating this college girl who was growing bored with dating a high school kid and she was dating the guy named Shawn who everyone else in the world except for her knew was gay. Like Adam Lambert gay.
Yeah, so we're mailing back and forth. And in my head I'm thinking it's strange that we hadn't exchanged phone numbers, but since I'm not a big phone-guy anyhow, I just look at it as a blessing.
I don't even remember which one of us suggested lunch. Probably me. We decided on a place halfway between my office and her house. And...... she stands me up. I sit there like a chump for an hour and a half (kind of ironic considering my history of being "stood up"). And since I don't have her number, I can't call her.
So I get back to my office and see that she's sent me several emails apologizing, something or the other came up, but maybe we can meet at the same place for drinks later if I was free. Now, if this was ANYONE else, I wouldn't have been free. I wouldn't have been free for a while. But I was free.
She stopped by on her way to work. She was a trainer (just not at Bally's), and showed up in her work clothes. I showed up in mine. Quite the pair.
So we talk about nothing.
