I have an old friend that I used to hang out with in the days of my very first apartment, when I was around 18. She was my next door neighbor. We clicked the instant we met, so we spent a ton of time together. Eventually, life and college and jobs sent both of us to different cities, but we kept in touch a bit. Now, we’re both 35.
A few months ago, she contacted me to tell me that she had gotten a job in my city and would be moving to my area. She doesn’t know anyone here, so we made plans to get together as soon as she got settled. We’re both single – her having been divorced for four or five years, and me off a fresh breakup. We got together for drinks and spent hours catching up.
Even though over ten years had passed since we lived in the same area, we picked up right where we left off. We’ve been spending tons of time together. Mostly just happy hour, brunch, Target trips. It’s felt great to have a fun friend.
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Last night it got a little more complicated.