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It's a Small World

Anyone who knows me well will tell you that I know a lot of people. It's nothing for me to run into people I know. That being said, even I wasn't ready for what happened this evening.

One of my good friends called me up and invited me to a party. Normally, I'm down for a good shindig -- especially if there are going to be cute dudes in the midst -- but I had been out all day, and I wasn't particularly in the mood to be bothered with a bunch of drunk, weed-smoking thugs. Then, I got lost on the way because my friend, bless her heart, gives the worst directions. I drove around long enough to get lost and consider going home, but since I had put on my makeup and was cute, I thought I'd better at least make an appearance.

When I finally found the place, I had to park my car around the corner and walk about a block and a half to the spot. Then, my homie took about three minutes to answer the phone and another three minutes to let me in. When I got there, I was already pretty outdone with the situation, and hadn't intended to stay long.

After my friend introduced me to the party's hostess, I heard someone say, "Yep, that's her. Hey, what's your name?" I turned around and looked into a face from my past. I stared for a moment before saying, "Peter Brookins?" It was, and he stood up and hugged me like a long-lost relative.

Let me explain. When I was a kid, my mom wasn't very stable, which meant that we didn't stay in places very long. This particular young man and I had attended elementary school together in the late 70s and early 80s. He may not remember, but he had a major crush on me back then. The last time I saw him was sometime before I graduated high school, and I remember thinking how cute he had become.

Fast forward to now. We are the same age, in the same place, and neither one of us is married. After talking to him all night long, I found out that the Marines brought him to Cali, and when his stint was over, he made it his home. He's the father of a 13-year-old son, and he almost got married twice -- once to his son's mother, and the other time he didn't mention. The only thing that was a little questionable about him was the Rick Ross-esque beard that hung down about four inches off his chin.

Naturally, we exchanged numbers, and he called to make sure I made it home. Now, we'll just have to see how this thing plays out. Stay tuned...

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