I Ran into an Old Crush

That Time I Ran into an Old Crush

Recently, I ran into an old crush that I hadn’t seen in a long time. And, I was not looking (or feeling) my best. Thanks, fate.

While in college, I fell, hard, for this kid that lived in my hallway. Apparently, my floor was one of very few at the time that were co-ed. My friends looked at me like I was crazy when I said two boys lived next door to me, on both sides. Anyway, one of those said boys and I became close, as friends. We shared a major, so he was in a lot of my classes, but he was a local kid, and had a girlfriend, so it never went passed friends…on his side. I fell hard. Something happened, and we drifted apart. We were still friends, but not as close as we had been. I ended up transferring out, and we lost touch.

Whether it be completely random, or a set up? Either way, in your fantasy, you’re always at the top of your game, and look incredible, right?

Fast forward ten years, and every now and then he pops into my mind. I always wonder what it would be like to run into him. Well, I did, and it was nowhere near any of the scenarios I was hoping it would be.

I was sitting in a restaurant, with my 13-year-old god-daughter, waiting for her mom and sister to join us…for a Justin Bieber concert. I know. You don’t even need to say it. I know.

When I had envisioned (eventually) running into him, I figured I’d be in a killer outfit, having a great hair and makeup day. Not the case. My unflattering, green sundress, and messy bun/ponytail happened. So, apparently, you should always be at your best, even at a Bieber concert, with 13 and 14-year-old god-daughters.

He left before I could talk to him. He was with a group of people. Later, I found out from a mutual friend that he had been on a pub crawl, for his friend’s birthday.

However, I digress. Can’t a girl have an off day, without karma saying, “you don’t want to wear your wedges today, okay, well, the man of your dreams won’t wait until tomorrow.” Figuratively, of course, I am in no way saying that this kid is the man of my dreams or anything. But, does a girl have to be at the top of her game, all the time? Even for Bieber? Ugh.

I am a jeans and t-shirt girl. Always have been. I match my jeans and t-shirts with heels or tall boots and heavy sweaters or blazers and accessories, but for the most part, I am all about being comfortable. Well, that bit me this time. Seriously. Apparently, I should have had on the wedges that make my legs look incredible, and Saturday night hair and make up, instead of work hair and make up. I wasn’t expecting to run into a kid I hadn’t seen in 10+ years, before a Bieber concert.

Just goes to show you that you should always be prepared. Advice I can freely spout, but have a hard time following, myself. Have I given up my jeans and t-shirts? No, but now I carry a small make-up bag and shoes with me, everywhere.

I don’t have to change for a guy, but if the universe is going to drop one on me randomly, I should be ready for him, right?

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