Last night I got a Facebook email from one of my college roommates stating that she has found our other roommates (there were 5 of us in an apartment), and that three of us live within 90 miles, with me living smack dab in the middle. She wanted to know if I wanted to do lunch with this geographical trio in the next couple of weeks. um. I dunno.
What seems to be the quandry? First, let's give everyone a name. I will be HP, we will let Mr. P stay Mr. P, the finder of roommates will be Media, and the third of the geographical trio will be Engineer. I was clever and used their jobs/majors as their names. I am swift like that.
The last words Engineer said to me 20 years ago was, "I said you could have DINNER with him, not MARRY him." Then I think she may have called me something that rhymes with bore. or kitch. or flut.
I must admit, mine and Mr. P's beginnings were less than auspicious. Engineer had a friend visiting from her home town. They went out to a local bar where visiting friend picked up a young, young Mr. P, and they brought him to my apartment, where I proceeded to kick him out, because he was a Stranger and all. He sat outside on the steps until they were tired of arguing with me and took him back to the Air Force base.
The next weekend, Engineer started hanging out with Mr. P. So he was around. Over break (when Engineer had gone home, and I stayed to work), Mr. P called me every.day. to ask me for Engineer's home phone number. EVERY.DAY. Then after a week of that, he asked me out. At this point he was kind of growing on me, and he wanted to provide me dinner. I was a poor college kid, so I figured, what the hell, I wanted to go have some dinner. Engineer was in her home town so I called her, and she said, "You know, that would be doing me a favor...I don't really have time for him."
When she came back to school 6 weeks later, Mr. P and I were a done deal. Engineer was NOT pleased. Then about 2 months later, I was knocked up, and we decided to get married. Engineer was even LESS pleased, and the aforementioned conversation took place.
Now Media and Engineer want us all to have lunch. I am sure I don't I want to, because I have seen Engineer kiss my husband, and that kind of skeeves me out. I like to pretend he was all virginy when I met him, and that he has only EVER had eyes for me. Even more twisted, I prefer to think Mr. P fell in love with me at birth (even though I wasn't born for two more years, and we didn't meet until I was 19 and he was 21). whatever. Sometimes, like right now, I wonder if it is all insecurities bound up in all this fat I am carrying around.
Engineer and I were roommates, but never really "friends", so I haven't missed her, but Media really wants this to happen. Would you go?
Also, am I the only nutball that cares about the "priors"?
(As an aside, I know I am ridiculous, Mr. P loves me, and really, as soon as we met, he was pretty much mine for the taking, but still.)