Just testing, I sent Rosy an email. I was about 90% convinced that she gave me a fake address. And despite my poking around, although she had given me her (real) home phone number, I am reluctant to call it.
I think it's because I'm done with her and we can all just move on in our opposite directions.
I replied last night. She replied later last night and finished up with "Have a good rest of the week." Oh, very subtle. But I think we'll go for a little longer that.
Because it's a relief that she's gone. I'm glad she's moved on.
I know I've got a thing about being touched or being forced to be in close quarters with someone. This despite one of my happiest memories was being at a professor's house on a cool summer night with a bunch of other students, piled up on the deck together, cuddling up like puppies.
Being shoulder to shoulder with Rosy caused some psychological tension.
Today I realized she was just this ever-present buzzing in my ear while she was there. Now she's gone and I'm relieved.
I also realized something else. I've been thinking about her over the weekend, from time to time. And I realized that she played a fine game of "me, too!".
I mentioned that my grandfather had been a professional photographer. She came back with having a camera with her all the time and doing wedding photography for her friends.
I talked about going to Paris, going up the Eiffel Tower but not eating at the astronomically priced Restaurant Jules Verne and she told me she'd eaten there when she and her gal pals went to Paris.
I said that one of my favorite towns in North Carolina was Elizabeth City and she said she was going to a wedding there the following weekend.
As I think back on it, this was the wildest series of coincidences I've ever run into or it was some fancy footwork on Rosy's part.
Oh. And a check of the latest north Jersey papers show that no Leo Innocencio was tried for drug possession last week.
I still don't understand why she did it, but I at least realize that she did it. Weird. In fact, cray cray.
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I dunno.
Jay and I discovered after we were married that we had been within a few hundred feet of each other many times, decades before we had met for the first time, even though until just before we met we hadn't ever been living in the same state.
The Man confessed after we'd been dating almost a year that he'd thought for a while at first that I was a plant by someone who was stalking him (he had someone in mind) and feeding me information about him to get close to him, because we had too many of the same names in our history, too many of the same business relationships, too many of the same experiences, too many intersections.
We had a lot of "Me, too!"s.
On the other hand, I have often been called naive.
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