Tuesday, December 12, 2006
She still wears the same amount of makeup. In fact, I don't think her makeup application has changed much over the years. She owns her own tanning bed. And she uses it. I think on a daily basis. It is kind of scary how tan she is. All. The. Time.
I sang in her wedding. That wedding ended in divorce. And a re-marriage. And another divorce. I think they are leaving well enough alone now. At least I hope they are.
I didn't know that they were getting a second divorce until a good college friend of mine told me. Because he was chatting with her via MySpace and email.
And now I am frightened.
My college friend moved here to this town to attend a local college's peace officer training school. He hasn't left. I thought I would see a lot more of him, but I don't. I hear from him on occasion, but not a lot. I normally hear from him the most when he bored driving his truck, or some major life issue has hit him hard. He has a special needs daughter, and he needs to talk about her sometimes.
And then there are the times when he calls me to complain about his dating life. Or lack thereof. He has been trying to "land" a prospective mate since his divorce about 6 years ago.
And this guy ... we have a history. We met as freshmen in college, and there was a mutual attraction. And when he would get drunk, he wouldn't be able to stop telling me how much he loved me. When he was getting married (and I had been married to Ace for a year), and I was getting ready to sing at his wedding, I asked him if he was 100 percent certain that he wanted to marry this person, and he said "well the person I did want to marry has already dashed my hopes of that union, so yeah... I guess I do want to get married."
So now ... the worlds are converging.
And I get nervous. Why? I have no idea.
I guess I am afraid that I am going to get these phone calls ... what does she like? what is he like? is he a serial killer? is she clingy?
I don't want to be the one in the middle.
Maybe I won't be. Maybe they won't get past the dog butt-sniffing stage.
But if they do ... man. I better get my answering machine primed and ready to go.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
Red Man Walking