I've been so busy dealing with this whole crushing break up business that I haven't mentioned that a boy from years ago came back into my life.
Calm down, dear fictitious reader, don't worry.
He's a good one.
He is the guy I dated right when I moved to Chicago, the guy I decided to stop dating because I chose The Ex. Way to go, me. Good call.
This guy, I was calling him New Guy I believe there for a while, we vaguely stayed in touch. My staying in contact with him didn't sit well with The Ex, rightly so since I had been dating the two of them at the same time.
I did maintain some contact with him, though very little. Until July, when he showed up at my work one night. (I used to manage a restaurant in that bright big windy city.) I was working, and he walked in and declared that he was offered a job near Smalltown and was taking it. I thought he was joking.
He was not joking.
He moved just a couple hours south of my hometown in July. I got fixated for a minute wondering what would have happened had I chosen him. I didn't choose him though, and shortly thereafter, we all know the rest, I landed right back here in Smalltown for the indefinite future.
New Guy and I have been talking. Every day. About nothing important. But it's been a regular occurrence. And now he's coming to visit. Next week. Just a day trip. He's flying out of here and asked if I wanted to spend the day with him, show him Smalltown, before he flies to Chicago for a visit, that place I left my heart.
I don't think anything will happen in any sort of physical romantic way. We may be just friends. We may not be. I always did find him a bit boring. But it's something. Or it may be nothing.
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