this is what happens when you go to the target on christmas eve without combing your hair:
you run into your arch-nemesis from college and he, of course, spots you right away. probably because you’re wearing one brown sock and one black sock and a pair of entirely unsuitable for minnesota winter brown flippy flop shoes. or it could be because when you’re 6’5″ you can’t really hide in the DVD/CD aisles of target. regardless he spotted me and i spotted him.
it was as awkward and uncomfortable as you can imagine it would be running into the guy you totally slammed in the last one of your very-popular, very-well-read newspaper column.
it did make me feel a little better that he too was wearing a cap and looked like total shit.
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You should have thrown something at him. Y’know, just in case it wasn’t already awkward enough.
it was the ultimate in awkward. he was the president of student senate, i was the editor of the newspaper. he thought he could charm me with his blonde good looks. i was a sucker for brunettes. he asked me out, i went to piss off all my friends. it was fun. the last time i saw him (before today), he grabbed me around the waist, pulled me to him and whispered, “if you had written that column sooner we’d of had a lot more fun.” chuck ushered me out by the hand as i shouted, “touch me again and i’ll puke on your shoes!”
good times, good times.