On friday I opened up my email and was surprised to see a message from my old boyfriend, Jeff. Apparently he saw my frumpy, unkempt self dropping Red off at school in my dirty and unsexy minivan. He wanted to know if that was in fact me. UUURRG. Of COURSE the first time your old boyfriend from high school is going to see you in nearly 10 years is going to see you like that. He was in town and was dropping his boys off at school, wanting to know if we wanted to get together over the weekend.
So I said that we would meet him in the park on Saturday afternoon. I didn't think much of it, and Dan didn't care. Really, he is the most secure man I have ever met. I would fly into a wild rage at just the thought of him talking to an old girlfriend...but I'm like that. Dan just says, "Sure" and piles the kids in the van and off we go to the park on Saturday.
It was nice to see him. I think everyone was completely comfortable but me. They chatted normally and easily. They're like that. Friends to all. I am the uptight one and didn't know what to say. How weird is that?
Isn't it strange to run into someone you were kids with and to run into them years later and see them as an adult. Sometimes I think, really? They let YOU have kids? Or something of the like. Oh and then what must they think of ME? I get so self concious. I was a STICK in high school and here I am a slightly chubby momma of three. I have a stupid hair cut and dress momish. Oh well. At least my husband loves me. And that is all I really want anyway.
When we got home, Dan did take time to comment to me, "He wasn't at all as unattractive as you made him sound." Chuckle chuckle....could that be the slightest smidge of jealousy? Just a touch? I'm shocked....