My wife’s stepfather’s mom has moved with his sister to Oregon. The situation there is…complicated. But since that's not the point of my blog we will let that particular dog lie. The point being, I went with my wife and her parents to the airport to pick them up when they arrived from Florida. I was standing at the baggage claim when I saw this young woman who looked really familiar. Not “I think I stood in line behind you at subway last Thursday” familiar; more of the “You dated my best friend and we went to your house to give you root beer on your birthday” familiar. So it just started to drive me nuts. She was with what I assumed to be her boyfriend. Well, it was an assumption I revised when she hoisted a daughter I hadn’t seen onto her shoulders. I mean I was standing there shifting my weight thinking something like “Crystal Jordon, I swear its Crystal Jordon…either that or someone who went to Biola. But which is it?!! By all the gods the Greeks ever invented which is it!!!???” I very much wanted to grab her by the shoulders and say.
“Are you, in fact, Crystal Jordon?! No…ok. Ever go to Biola? No? Ok, good deal. Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.” And then I could let go a big sigh of relief and go about my day.
There are three reasons I didn’t:
1. Grabbing a girl by the shoulders and blurting out questions at airports gets you out of airports via law enforcement officers.
2. What was I going to say if it was Crystal Jordon? Fancy that introduction to the husband. “Yeah, my names Jeff. Your wife was my best friend's ex. We hung out a couple times and made out in her drive way for an hour once. I was so late for my curfew” *Chuckle* “Good times, good times.”
3. What would I say if she did go to Biola? “Oh ok so you did. Yeah I did too. I don’t think we ever actually met. So maybe we should just, you know, not upset the raft by changing course now eh?
Yeah but man, those moments can be intense when you just want to know something that bad.
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And moments like that are why I was a Communications major. I actually know what comes after "Oh, so you did go to Biola." =)
Jeff, what kind of face sucking you did on your own time is your business, buddy. Unless it involved someone I know. Except that I know Elaine, and therefore it's still your business.
I hear ya dude. Like last time I went up to see you guys and I sat next to a girl from Biola on the plane, every sentence was a battle for something appropriate to say.
And, as enjoyable as so-called "make-out sessions" may be (how would I know?), I don't really care to hear more on the subject.
Make-out sessions huh?
YOU'RE ALL TALK!!
Duely noted.
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