Small Freaking World
So there I was, dressed in ratty gym clothes searching for an empty cross trainer, when out of the blue pops Bunker Boy (christened as such on my old blog).
Backstory: I met him while deployed to Saudi Arabia over 2 years ago and could never really say more than short phrases in his presence because I thought he was such a hottie. Well, a mutual friend of ours, meddlesome but well-meaning, indicated this to Bunker Boy and I avoided him for the remainder of my time in the sandbox. And of course I had CE Boy #2 to keep me company so it really wasn’t that bad.
Grapevine told me he wound up in Germany and I saw him a time or two. My course of action was to promptly hide in the nearest corner, car, or tree to avoid running into him.
But not today!
He was so nice and just stood there talking to me for a few minutes, as if 2 years had not passed. I hope I didn’t blush too much. We later exchanged some email conversation. Not too bad.
Moral of the story: be not afraid to be friendly.