Let's Do Lunch

I have a fabulous group of friends from high school and now and again we check in with each other via email.  We share the important updates: Family, Job, School, Boys/Girls, Fears about the Future.  Most often these emails come up a few weeks before the big events like Thanksgiving, Apple Blossom, Christmas, summer vacations.  It's great because for a couple days we get a series of reply-all's.  That's in addition to the emails with other individual friends that, when they appear in your inbox, always bring a smile and a "I wonder what's up with her" moment. I love real emails with substance!

Recently McG (we still need to work out a name for you, M) wrote a few of us ladies to tell us about a humorously odd experience in the elevator.  She told it best so I won't try to recreate the scenario.  Just know that her haircut is way different than in high school and she may have scared someone who may or may not be that awkward someone that we all uncomfortably learned about his sex life back when he and another friend were getting busy on Mrs. S's Williamsburg trip.  Yes that was a long sentence and yes these are the things I unfortunately remember about high school.

At any rate, the elevator exchange included a "we should do lunch."  This is most amusing to me because I ran into a less awkward but equally distanced high school classmate after work last week.  I was just hanging up from leaving a voicemail when a girl that I would call kb, except I already have KB, saw me. It went a little like this:

K: Nicole?

N: Hey!  Wow, I wasn't expecting to see anyone I knew here

K: Well I wasn't expecting to see you. Aren't you across the country

N: Woman, read my facebook page. (just kidding, I didn't say that, I really said "no, we've been back a few months now")

[insert one of those barely touching hugs, the kind you do when you're sweating or don't like the other person]

K: Do you work near here?

N: Yeah, just a couple blocks


K: Me too.  We should do lunch

N: Uh, yeah, um, maybe sometime

K: It looks like you're on the phone though, I'll let you go. 

N: (glancing at my glorious, phone no longer connected to anyone) Right, yeah, [into phone:] sorry there

K: I'll facebook you

N:...Ok

She did, in fact, facebook me.  I also, by guilt, facebooked her back.  So far, nothing.

Perhaps, "we should do lunch" isn't the most terrifying thing an old classmate can say to you?  Perhaps it is?  Time will tell.  And likely, many more faux hugs are in store at next week's pink and green extravaganza.