Ten years ago, Andrea emailed me at work and asked if I had plans. I said no. Donna had just moved, started dating husband to be, and I was lonely. I had gone up to NYC the previous weekend and was surrounded by happy hours. I was lonely.
So I said yes, went to Dave & Buster's, and the rest as they say is history. It took a while, which is why it is called history. Fate or happenstance or chance who knows. Maybe I would have met someone else and had two kids by now. Or maybe I would still be single and bitter. Who knows.
A lot can change in ten years, the week before your 24th birthday or the week before your 34th birthday. And a lot can stay the same, too.
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