Ex Encounter of the First Kind
It was bound to happen sooner or later- we only work five minutes from each other.
But since we moved the live action office to CBC (where we are renting studio space), it was pretty much a foregone conclusion.
And that became a reality this week.
I was coming out of the bathroom and he was running into the bathroom when I saw him.
(Is there symbolism in that? I’ll let it go for now.)
He didn’t see me because he was focused on something else (obviously) but said hi after I called his name a couple times. I’ll let that go because he is deaf in one ear afterall…. But I am not convinced he knew it was me. Like I mentioned, he was a little preoccupied- the boy drinks a lot of coffee.
I told some of my friends about seeing him and they all asked if I was okay. It was a bit of a shock but I wasn’t traumatized.
I didn’t get the shakes, I didn’t have a heart attack, I didn’t wish the earth would open up and swallow me. Afterall, I did call out to him instead of ducking into a random office off the hall.
One of my girlfriends said I looked hot so- to paraphrase- in his face.
Well, losing 15% of your body weight makes a difference. And I was wearing my “new” Value Village grey skinny jeans so I was feeling pretty confident- in that slightly oblivious I hope I look good but I really don’t want anyone to notice me kind of way.
Is that really confusing?
Some people thrive on being noticed. I prefer to be wallpaper.
It sounds silly but my personal psychological advantage, knowing I did not look defeated, is one that I will take. It’s not a big thing but it means something to me. It doesn’t even matter if he knew it was me. That is not the point.
As much as I may still suffer on occasion, I don’t want him to see it.
Now, if I saw him with another girl- that would be a different story altogether….
Hmmm, where did I put that bottle of vodka?
AngryEgg 