…on a snowy Christmas Eve. 
SSG Schwartz
Help!
I’m trapped in a Dan Folgelberg song!
Ahhhhhh!
I’m thinking Paul Simon: Still Crazy After All These Years.
Did she have a brand-new baby? 'Cause then you could transition into being trapped in a Semisonic song (and a good one, at that).
Is she married to an architect?
I saw an old lover in the restaurant, two days before Christmas. OK, she wasn’t really a lover, more a friend that we jumped into bed once. I guess she felt bad about it because she told me she thought it was a mistake.
A month later, she wanted to meet me again, but I has started going out with my wife. I still remember the shock on her face. She must have changed her mind, but timing is timing and this one was too late.
We were there with a group of friends. I thought it was her, but decided I wasn’t going to say anything, especially since it was obvious she was on a date. However, she saw me as I was holding my baby, so I went over and chatted for a few minutes. Introduced my wife.
I have to saw that things worked out better for me this way.
I don’t know what she thinks.
Did her eyes fly open wide?
Did you start talking about cannibalism? You can’t tell me eating her wasn’t on your mind.
(Stauderhorse stole my sequential thread.)
Did she get into your taxi and tell you all about her empty life in that nice house, while you told her about not taking flying lessons after all?
Sorry, Harry.
I saw an old lover in a Consumer Electronics store. She hadn’t ages well and it reminded me that I probably hadn’t aged well either.
What was better was when I encountered the girl that mercilessly taunted me in highschool. 15 years later she was bagging groceries at Costco…that made me happy.
I got an e-mail from my high school crush. He’s now living as a different gender than I remember him as. It sounds like he has gotten the breast reduction surgery and is on hormone therapy. I still haven’t responded to said e-mail, not because I take issues with transgendered folk, but because I worry he would take issue with me becoming a nun.
Sometimes I feel like I’m trapped in a really bizarre movie.
Elderly woman behind a counter in a small town by Pearl Jam comes to mind. Not the title so much, but the lyrics.