I want to dig a hole so deep that I’ll end up in China right about now. I just had the encounter just about every girl dreads. No, I’m not talking about the one where you run into an ex and you look like you just finished battle with two gators down in the bayou. I’m talking about the worse kind, the kind that really hits a girl… I ran into the most beautiful/talented/sweet/intelligent/popular girl in my high school… twelve years later. Guess what?! She is, if you can believe it, eve more beautiful, well spoken, immaculately dressed, and with an impressive title to boot. It’s Thursday, and I have been having a hard week… okay a couple of hard weeks. I can’t bring myself to get up in the morning, go for my run as much as I’d like, and getting dressed… well, let’s just say that I am not too conscious about the colors that I”m putting together.
So back to the most gorgeous girl I have ever met. We have known each other since middle school, and she has and still does have the biggest heart ever. She has always had that natural aura of being awesome at everything and never flashing it. I had a not so great lunch today, not that it wasn’t healthy, but that I just didn’t want to eat… another problem as of late. But I did because I don’t want to hear my friend ask what I ate today and have him lecture me on the value of nutrition. I felt like a very unhappy cow after that meal, and so here I was making my way back to my building when all of a sudden, I see her! She was wearing the most amazing black jumpsuit and a beautiful red beaded necklace, her hair was perfectly coiffed (something that I wont lie am still think about because the humidity here is so dense that you could basically swim in it). I on the other hand had my long chunky beige cardigan on (I was too lazy to take it off when I left the office to get lunch, yeah, it doesn’t bother me in the heat. I run in sweaters down here in Florida), and in all of my mismatched glory to go along with it.
I see her, and I am completely surprised, because honestly she was the last person I’d ever expect to see. She too works for the same university I work for. I go in and she does a double take too, she smiles and gives me a warm hello. All I can think of is about how much I wish I would have looked at the mirror today (because of my not being happy with my looks I tend to avoid them at all costs). She is surprised as I am that we are both working for the same institution; she a senior development director, and me, well, in the administrative side of health care. We ride the elevator together, and she tells me that another one of our high school friends (former prom queen and class president) that is also in this building working for the same institution in general counsel. We took the elevator together, she seemed really happy to have ran into me as she kept asking me what floor I work in, how come she didn’t see me at orientation (we started at the same time), and that we need to have lunch. I could see that the other women were looking at us, and probably wondering what was going on. As my friend stepped off her floor she gave me card, and reiterated the need to have lunch together. The elevator door closed, and there I was standing with her business card in hand, and the two other older ladies staring at me.
Me- “Well, she was gorgeous then, and she is gorgeous now. We are high school friends, haven’t seen her in almost twelve years.”
The old birds cheer on an “Oooooohhhh…”
Old bird #1 – “Well now it makes sense, I was wondering from the interaction!”
Old bird #2– “Oh, high shcool, twelve years… hahaha, I can only imagine, hahaha”
Thankfully my floor is right above hers and so I left them to their jibber jabber and hopped out with her card still in hand.
I ran to the bathroom. I needed to check myself; did I have food in my teeth? Was my hair in place? Did I look like a potato??
We spoke briefly about what we did, and what we wanted to do. She was very sweet and supportive. I guess I’m going to have to look in the mirror from now on. But for right now, I am working on my escape route from the building…
Oh, and if you were wondering what kind of girl I was,well I was the girl in the orchestra, carried her instrument home every night for practice. I was in guard (part of marching band), the swim team, and water polo team. I was shy.
Have a wonderful Thursday!