Yes, it still happens. I uploaded a CD into my computer and as I put it away, it said Seattle. What? I went to do a mystery shop at a car dealership and got to know my "randomly selected" saleslady.
Dealer: I just moved, I've only been selling cars for three weeks.
Savvy: Where did you move from?
Dealer: Seattle. I really hated the weather.
Savvy: Umm, Seattle, huh? What brought you down here?
Dealer: Oh, you don't want to hear about me.
Savvy: Um, actually I do.
Dealer: I used to work in technology and then came down for a project I managed. I decided to stay and find something working with people.
Savvy: Big difference from tech.
Dealer: I was working for Boeing for a long time.
Savvy: Boeing? Um, wow. It's just that there's this guy up in Seattle. He just moved there and works for Boeing and it's just bizarre...
That's one word for it. Strange. Crazy. Unnatural. Far-fetched...
I decided to go up for prayer after the young adult group service. I told her about my "out-of-state" guy that I have feelings for and for not getting any of my classes for fall semester.
Sunny: So, what's his name?
Savvy: Oh, I'd rather not say.
She prayed a beautiful, uplifting and comforting prayer and we continued talking after about more frivolous pursuits.
Sunny: So what color is your nail polish?
Savvy: Just clear this time.
Sunny: Mine's candy apple red, only I'm wearing tenis, so you can't see my toesies.
Savvy: How cute! I should have used a color.
We were approached by a guy I met a few weeks ago...
Sparky: So, it seems we have a friend in common...
Savvy: It's quite possible.
Sparky: Remember Seattle's going away party?
A jolt of panic swept through me.
Savvy: Um, yeah.
Sparky: I was there...
Savvy: You were? I don't remember that. Did you shave your head after?
Sparky: Just kidding. I wasn't there. It's just that you're all over his Facebook page.
Savvy: Yeah, um, well, he was my first friend on Facebook. I mean Crackbook. Oh my God, I'm so addicted.
Sparky: And there's that picture of you guys at his party.
I had just learned how to tag photos and remove tags from pictures I didn't like. Brilliant. I didn't realize it would end up on his page but I did hope that people would let it slide. No such luck. I deleted it when it posted on my wall hoping to keep this under the radar.
Sparky: And now he's moved out of state.
Sunny: He's gone and left us. We miss him.
I looked intently at her and she didn't remotely catch on. Phew. It's not every day you dodge a bullet by keeping a man's name secret. If I had said his name, the sense of panic would have overwhelmed me.
Savvy: So then, if you've seen me all over, why haven't you friended me? What's up with that? I'm going to feel so hurt.
Deflector shield on full!! Deploy mock tears!!
Sparky: You can friend me, too.
Savvy: Except, I don't know where to find you!
Sparky: I'm on his friend list.
He friended me the next morning. Posted on his wall:
Savvy: You beat me!
And then he sent me an email.
Sparky: what's the address of this uberpopular secret blog of yours?
Savvy: Sorry, Charlie. You won't be reading that anytime soon!
I didn't get away with it so easily on Sunday.
All these reminders make me wonder if he thinks about me.
(If you got the semi-pun with prayer and Facebook, you are brilliant.)
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