It Was the Darndest Thing

It was two years ago that I was finally at a point in life that I was happy. One hundred percent, doing what I felt in my heart was right, perfectly content in the thought of living with my roommate for the rest of my life (even after she'd married).

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And then, it was the darndest thing. This boy came out of absolutely nowhere and pretty much stole my heart.

I was three months out of a long term relationship that hadn't exactly gone bad persay, more like I had built up to be something that I thought I could settle for in the end, all the while knowing settling wasn't where I wanted to be in thirty years. Eventually, my life started to veer one way while his stayed on the path it'd always been on and I knew things just weren't going to work.

My best friend/roomie from college, Emily, told me one day after the New Year that some of her husband Kent's (who actually introduced she and I- and will be the first to tell someone that I "was my friend first!") co-workers were going to start running a few days a week. I suggested that she and I start walking on those same nights and suddenly I had a workout plan (please don't ask about how that turned out).

The first night out, I was hanging out in their living room when one of the guys entered wearing a hoodie from my alma mater and a familiar face. I made some comment (witty I'm sure) about how we matched (I was sporting Gtown apparel as well), which led to a brief conversation about attending the same college and then we were off to perform our respective exercises. Later on in the evening I was able to ask him a few more questions about when he'd been at the college and what he did and such, and when I got home I was still thinking about him.

Luckily for me, I was feeling a bit more forward than usual and decided to make a move...