I was at the grocery store, and the guy in front of me turned around. He smiled, recognizing me, and we shook hands. I went to college with him.
Actually, we were in the same dorm freshman year together. In fact, we were on the same floor together a few rooms down from each other. This may not seem like that big a deal, but when the school has 50,000 kids and the dorm has 14 floors, it is at least noteworthy.
We were friends. Other than being dorm neighbors, I went out with a girl who was his girlfriend's good friend. We hung out and he's a good guy. Very nice. Easy going. I lost touch with him after school ended.
We went to college in a completely different state, and now, coincidentally, he lives a few doors down from me in Hermosa Beach. He works at Paramount in the entertainment business. Clearly, we have a lot in common. We are practically living parallel lives. But here's the thing: aside from a possible future run in at the grocery store or a local establishment, I will never talk to him ever again.
Why in the hell aren't we friends?
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
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