A few years ago…jaysus, maybe four years ago, I was friends with one of those crazy about each other/now we hate each other kind of couples. You know the ones. Well, I was throwing a Halloween party during one of their “we hate each other” phases and there were days and days about who would be invited and would they come at the same time issues. Actually, it was the first time in my life I’d ever dealt with such a couple in real life- but from everything I’d learned from TV (thank you Cheers) this couple would get back together and everything would be as it was. So, I invited them both and made no staggered arrival times provisions. They both said they’d come, but that night the guy gave me some excuse for not showing and the girl made some lame excuse about why she had to leave early. I didn’t think about it further.
A few days later, though, we’re all sitting around the table playing poker and the guy casually says “ha! It’s the hand that kept coming up on Halloween!”
I looked up and my eyes met the girl’s eyes for a split second. The color drained from her face.
I looked away.
For weeks after that she kept casually trying start a conversation about it – partly because she wasn’t sure whether I’d made the connection and obviously, didn’t want to admit anything if I didn’t know anything.
For my part, I shut down all these attempts.
I’ve always been much more interested in what people don’t want me to know, than in what they’re willing to tell me. I think that instinct is what will always prevent me from truly being a good person.
Eventually, she did end up coming clean, I responded with Casablancaesque shock and we never spoke of it again.
That, as they say, was that.
(Yeah, there’s a post I really wanna write, but it keeps coming out weird, so we’ll continue to publish our mental ramblings until we get the real one right or the urge to write it goes away. Deuces!)