So I mentioned that while I was hanging around outside waiting for my open house to finish up a few months ago, I ran into a guy I used to date, right? And that I couldn’t remember his name?
I ran into him again. A couple of weeks ago, just after my closing. I was leaving the bank in Park Slope where I’d just deposited the astonishing amount of money they’d handed over to me and spotted him as I was crossing the street. Since he hadn’t seen me looking at him, I tried to avoid him by pretending to watch for traffic, but he spotted me and called my name.
We talked, he mostly told me about his troubles (he was out of work on a worker’s comp injury, he was being harassed by someone in his building, etc.) and tried to get a little free legal advice. He got my cell number out of me by telling me that he was going to *call my cell* right there to “make sure he got it right,” which meant I was kind of stuck and couldn’t give him a fake one.
He’d been thinking of me, again. Not that he’s thought of me enough to call me in the two weeks he’s had my number, but then I wasn’t exactly entirely receptive while he was talking to me.
At least I have his name now.
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