Ahhh, the Memories . . . Ouch

As I was working at the library today, I ran into Laurie, a girl who used to be a shelver with me way back in high school. I hadn't seen her in two years! We talked for a couple of minutes about our current lives (college for me, veterinarian school for her). She was surprised that I was working at the library again. She never got along well with any of our supervisors (mainly because she talked too much when she should have been working), and she hated working there, so I guess she assumed that I should hate working there as well (female minds work differently, I'm beginning to realize).

I felt awkward for most of the conversation. After all, she was the first girl I ever asked out . . . and, incidentally, the first girl who ever rejected me. I was only a kid way back then, but still. I had so much trouble even thinking of anything to say to her. I began with, "so, are you here to check out a book?" AGH! Of course she was there to get a book! It's a freakin' library! The conversation went downhill from there (eye contact proved difficult to maintain). To make things even worse, my boss passed by as we talked, and Laurie jumped behind a shelf and whispered, "it's Diane! I don't want to have to talk to her!" Diane gave me a sour look that silently ordered me to stop chatting and get back to work. I mumbled a goodbye-great-to-see-you-again to Laurie and walked off.