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what decade is this again?
Friend M from college is here for a couple of days, up from London where she's been visiting her sister. I bailed on breakfast this morning, in order to work on the thesis, but we agreed to meet for dinner, and I was the first one to get to the restaurant, so I'm standing outside waiting for her, and a guy passes by me and sort of does a double-take. Sometimes people catch your eye and say hi, so I nod politely, and he looks at me even more curiously, and then calls me hesitantly by name.
One of those, you know, where I'm like, okay, American accent, but around here there are tons of American accents, and how does this random person know my name?
Yeah, turns out he was a year behind me at my high school.
Which, once he said his name and the name of the school, I realized, of course I know that name, and of course I know that face. But I'd never in a thousand years have recognized him just from passing by on the street (which, you may remember, a couple of years ago I did recognize a kid who had been four years behind me at the same school, although that was on a long bus trip and a series of freshers' week events since his wife was in my college). Freakiness, man. I am choosing to focus on, Hey, I'm pushing 30 (okay, I'm pushing 29), but people recognize me (and remember my name?!) who I haven't seen since I was 17. Rock on.
[hesitant smile]
him: ... [?]
me: ... excuse me?
him: Is your name [full name]?
me: ... Yes.
One of those, you know, where I'm like, okay, American accent, but around here there are tons of American accents, and how does this random person know my name?
Yeah, turns out he was a year behind me at my high school.
Which, once he said his name and the name of the school, I realized, of course I know that name, and of course I know that face. But I'd never in a thousand years have recognized him just from passing by on the street (which, you may remember, a couple of years ago I did recognize a kid who had been four years behind me at the same school, although that was on a long bus trip and a series of freshers' week events since his wife was in my college). Freakiness, man. I am choosing to focus on, Hey, I'm pushing 30 (okay, I'm pushing 29), but people recognize me (and remember my name?!) who I haven't seen since I was 17. Rock on.
[hesitant smile]