My sweet college roommates are visiting this weekend. This means:
1. Lots of eating. Like, lots of eating.
2. Lots of conversations like this one:
You’re friends with him on Facebook? Did you ever e-mail him and say, ‘Hey, thanks for breaking my heart?’
Yeah, and also ‘Thanks for being an asshole and making me so depressed that I listened to nothing but Counting Crows for, like, a year?’
Yeah. Is he at least fat now? Let’s look him up!
Obviously, we are letting the good times roll.
Actually, it’s so refreshing and fun and comforting to be with people who know all about you – have known all about you for a very long time – and who love you anyway. People who knew you when, loved you then and love you now. I am so, so fortunate.
We’re also having a fun time watching for a van in front of my house and coming up with hypothetical responses to Mr. Second Chance’s latest two e-mails.
On Wednesday, he wrote: I have figured out what I’m going to do! I am going to remain single and unattached until u change your mind. And if u never change your mind, then I will just remain single and unattached for the rest of my life. There, at least i have a game plan now!
And today, he recalled an earlier conversation about top five movies of all time (oh, the nostalgia – our second date!): I want to put The Graduate and Midnight Cowboy on my top 5 list. BTW, have u changed ur mind?
I am not responding because I don’t want to engage him. But really? Really, it’s all starting to creep me out. Because, really? Who identifies Midnight Cowboy as a movie they love and could watch again and again and again?