Strangers in the night

Last weekend, I had a premonition I was going to run into someone I knew. At a birthday party with J., I kept craning my neck all night in hopes of catching a familiar face. No luck.

Then, on the long walk home, we crossed paths with C., the ::cough:: 22-year-old I dated for a couple months. Although we went our separate ways for practical reasons (I’d be in my mid to late 30’s by the time he finished grad school), I thought we were sorta close, in that we-once-shared-a-moment sort of way.

“C.!” I shouted. “C.!”

From 3 feet away, he turned to stare at me.

At this point, I realize:

1. I’m with my boyfriend.
2. He’s with his girlfriend.
3. He has no clue who I am.
4. I feel like throwing up.