A couple of weeks ago, my son's friend's newly separated mom (the one who texted me while I was at the roller derby, and her ex happened to be there too) said, hey, I didn't know you knew Deb. Apparently Deb was sitting with her, saw me playing soccer, and asked about me.
I still can't figure out how she knows Deb, whose breakup with me when I was newly separated back in 2006 triggered the end of my initial openness experiment. All I really know at this point is Deb has a lot of additional last names by this point, is no longer skinny as a rail, and did indeed move to another city and come back some time in the last five years. I still haven't actually talked to her or reconnected, and I don't know that I will.
As much as that January 13th date will always stick out in my mind because of the flirtatious mini-golf moves she made, the subsequent actions were like a door being slammed on my outreached hand, and I have no interest in revisiting any other memory.
But it's weird how interconnected we all are.
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