I call you up whenever things go wrong...
I saw him.
Only this time he saw me too.
He was coming out, I was going in. We saw each other. Total shock.
I almost dropped my keys and I know I did a double take.
We made small talk, but all I could focus on was the weight he put on and the foreign facial hair that he had grown.
He looked good. Better than I would've expected.
I almost slapped myself when that thought wormed its way into my mind.
Oy. Am I ever in trouble.
And I touched him! And not just on the arm or the shoulder. But on the face! I didn't think I'd have the balls to do that. I surprise myself everyday.
So now we have plans for a movie/dinner thing on Sunday.
Crap. What have I gotten myself into?