Gonna be a loooooooooooooong fucking day with the mill worker.
Heh.
*I* used to work in a factory."
Well, hey! Let's get married, then.
You are making me remember why I quit talking to most of my cow-orkers. Back when I had them.
So my step-mom just wrote me to say that she'd gone to an alumni event at the college where she teaches, and she sat next to L during dinner (he's an alum). L is this guy that I had a huge crush on in high school, went to Homecoming with senior year, and is the only person I've ever met other than my DH that I thought was worth marrying. He did not share my feelings; the Homecoming thing was more because I met his other criteria (didn't go to his school, was known to him, wouldn't expect a relationship, would be comfortable with the group that was going). But since I was neither Hispanic nor Catholic, I was really out of the running for girlfriend status.
That's all interesting history, but not relevant except to say I have all these teenage emotions wrapped up about this guy, but I would never have thought he'd have remembered me, even a year later.
He asked my step-mother about me! It went like "Weren't you dating Raq W's father?" She said they'd gotten married, and he asked if she was still in touch with me and how I was doing, etc. He gave her his email address to give to me.
Weird, huh? Ima gonna write, because I'm friendly that way. He still lives in NM, and in fact designs the haunted house for the city he lives in. (See? Perfect. Except for the still-in-NM part).