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you have been the one, you have been the one for me


Thursday, May 27, 2004

Every once in a while, something wholly insignificant and unimportant will happen to you that, as some point during the day will make your internal monologue shout at the top of its lungs "What the fuck just happened?" I had one of those moments today and Mr. Internal Monologue is still hassling me for an explanation.

At work, I ran into a young lady with whom I had gone to high school. She first approached me alone, immediately remembering who I was diving right into the requisite long-time-no-see small talk. I finally recognized her as a former flame with whom I had had an abbreviated soiree sometime during my sophomore year. It was sometime during this realization that she introduced the kindergarten-sized kid over there playing with the baseball cards was her son. Her statement was absolutely unexpected. The surprise practically dripped off my face like big wet gobs of orange sweat in one of those Gatorade commercials. This kid, her kid, had to be at least four years of age, which meant Regina got knocked up sometime during high school. I quickly snapped out of my confused trance, uttered a few meaningless syllables, finished taking her money, and quickly wished her a good day.

The harsh reality of the situation settled in latter that day. The last time I remember seeing Regina was in band class where she played the flute. Now, some years and a lifetime later, the young flutist is a single mom raising a child. Welcome to CrazyWorld.

Ed. I know what you're all thinking and no, it's not my kid. There was no penetration in my relationship with her, so I am innocent on all charges (more than I can say for R. Kelly).

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