Blast from the past

As I returned from NYC yesterday, I settled into my seat on the train listening to music and dozing in an out of sleep. I was drawing near my stop so I looked up toward the door to get my bearings. And then I had a moment.

There was a guy standing near the door whose face I definitely recognized. I could not place him! I kept thinking, "I know this guy. Where do I know him from?" And then it hit me like a ton of bricks. A few months ago I had gone out with a friend and this guy was a friend of my friend. Awkward part: I KISSED HIM at the bar. Oh. My. Hell. Is this really happening? Am I starting to really see people out in public whom I've kissed? What a mess.

I got a good chuckle out of that one.