Why does this always seem to happen to me?
You long term readers may remember way back, during my post-divorce dating frenzy, when I went on a date with this guy here, aka You're Beautiful Guy. He was one of many dates but somehow managed to be the most forgettable. For a long time I couldn't even remember his name.
And yet, in the last two weeks, Friendster Guy and I have run into him not once, but twice. And this isn't your run of the mill run into someone at the grocery store or post office. The first time was a couple weekends ago when we were climbing a mountain. That's right, a mountain. We saw a total of maybe twenty people that day. One just happened to be You're Beautiful Guy. Then today, we're at a restaurant about half an hour from home and we're the only ones in this particular room. Who gets seated at the table next to us? You guessed it. Luckily my back was turned and he didn't see me. I saw him via a mirror on the wall when he got up at some point. Given his lack of... je ne sais quoi, I doubt he'd remember me. Thank goodness for small favors.
It's going to turn into a game - where will he pop up next!?
For more exciting "Coincidences in the Life of Sassy Pants" go back to my recent experience here.
You long term readers may remember way back, during my post-divorce dating frenzy, when I went on a date with this guy here, aka You're Beautiful Guy. He was one of many dates but somehow managed to be the most forgettable. For a long time I couldn't even remember his name.
And yet, in the last two weeks, Friendster Guy and I have run into him not once, but twice. And this isn't your run of the mill run into someone at the grocery store or post office. The first time was a couple weekends ago when we were climbing a mountain. That's right, a mountain. We saw a total of maybe twenty people that day. One just happened to be You're Beautiful Guy. Then today, we're at a restaurant about half an hour from home and we're the only ones in this particular room. Who gets seated at the table next to us? You guessed it. Luckily my back was turned and he didn't see me. I saw him via a mirror on the wall when he got up at some point. Given his lack of... je ne sais quoi, I doubt he'd remember me. Thank goodness for small favors.
It's going to turn into a game - where will he pop up next!?
For more exciting "Coincidences in the Life of Sassy Pants" go back to my recent experience here.
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