Last night I ran into a blast from the past - my first boyfriend - at Target in the bodywash isle. I felt trapped and morbidly pregnant next to his wife. The whole experience was tense and ridiculously uncharacteristic of my usual self as I attempted to melt into the husband's back and then randomly abandoned him. Thankfully the husband is horrible with physical cues and extremely serious about his bodywash selection. I held my tongue about the whole thing until the husband and I were driving home.
Oh teenage years, how you haunt me in the most unexpected ways.
I can't wait to hear about this on Friday! Love you!!
ReplyDeleteI dread this happening! I can only imagine how horribly awkward that would have been!
ReplyDeleteHmm...very interesting. :)
ReplyDeleteLuckily, we know nobody in NE and when in BR, all my loser high school cohorts were far from there :) I was safe, but when I go home for visits...it's fair game.