So there I was, checking Facebook while waiting for a file importation to finish, when up pops a message from a name that's the same as someone I new 25 years ago -- a dancer at Caligula XXI and then, just before she left the area for Austin, where she was planning to dance at Sugar's, at PT's in east Dallas.
She asked if I was the same person she knew a long time ago. I replied that if her maiden name was [something] and she was from [somewhere], indeed I was.
Total shock. First, that she would remember my name, then, second, that she would seek me out -- especially in light of the fact that our OTC activities were limited to one afternoon Christmas shopping for her son. She'd introduced herself at Caligula's by telling me she'd never cheated on her husband and wasn't about to; perhaps stupidly, I respected those ground rules and was just happy to have her pay some attention to me when I stopped in. My first and only beer was downed at her request as a "farewell gift" on her last night at PT's, and I drove her home from there that night.
She'd be in her mid-50s by now, and she's a couple of hundred miles away. I prefer email contact to FB, so I gave her an address and my phone number. "You first," she said, giving me her email address. So I dashed off a quick note before heading to a meeting.
It's safe to say that nothing like this has happened before, and I find the situation to be somewhat flattering, but not the least disconcerting.