I probably shouldn’t tell this story, but I’m going to anyway. It’s short, weird (to me), but not surprising.
Last weekend I was at a friend’s wedding in St. Ignace, Michigan - it’s just over the Mackinac Bridge in the Upper Peninsula. It was beautiful up there. If it weren’t for the bugs, it would be a perfect place this time of year. And I’m sure it’s great in the winter as well, as long as you like snow (I do). The whole event was kind of awkward, and honestly a little uncomfortable, for me, for a few reasons. But that’s my thing, and it’s not a big deal. It was a wonderful wedding, really. I know people say that about every wedding, but the two getting married are honestly two of the nicest people I’ve ever met, and the ceremony was perfect (I thought). Overall, I really had a great time that weekend.
While I was up there, I got to hang out with a few of the groom’s (my friend and coworker) friends from school. They were all very nice, and I had a great time on Mackinac Island with four of them - one of the most relaxing days I’ve had in a long time, with honestly complete strangers that I had just met a few hours before. One of the groom’s friends had a roommate at the hotel (also a seemingly nice guy, but I didn’t spend much time with him), and this roommate had a date - who was also his girlfriend. I, uh, found her very attractive. And all of us hung out at this local bar one night. I can’t say I’d call her “my type” exactly, but she was awesome. From what I could tell, at least. I should explain, I don’t get that feeling that often. I see girls I find attractive every day. I don’t see girls I find attractive that I also enjoy hanging out with that often. It’s not that I’m picky (though, I am), it’s just that so many people in general aren’t outgoing enough, aren’t “themselves” enough for me to get to know them - because I’m shy and I really don’t push conversations enough to be the “interviewer.” Ok that might make no sense whatsoever, but whatever - I’m shy, and for me to really talk to someone, a lot of that really has to come from them, or I have to be really motivated, which I rarely ever am.
Ok, so, back on track - I think she’s gorgeous, she’s fun, and willing to make an effort to keep conversations going with me. Wonderful. Except for the fact that she has a boyfriend. But, I mean, that’s fine. It was a group of us hanging out, it’s not like I would have ever tried anything. Ever. Seriously, it doesn’t matter. It was just fun to meet someone like that. And hey, in the future, maybe something happens. Extremely unlikely, but maybe.
Ok, here’s the weird part. So, I’m friends with her on facebook now. And I am a facebook stalker - for everyone. I like to learn about people, so whatever, call me weird I don’t care. It would be better face-to-face, in conversations, but that happens so rarely today that, whatever, I don’t care. Ok, here’s the weird part: I see the photos of her. She looks like her. Yes, the her, that, well, I always am thinking about (that’s all I’ll say, you know exactly who I am talking about if you know me). Seriously. This girl has red hair, not brown, but, seriously, you look at her face, they are very, very similar. Not twins similar, but yeah. Similar enough that it’s noticeable, immediately, without me pointing it out.
You know the Friends episode, after Rachel and Ross break up, and Rachel is dating a guy name Russ? It’s like that. Not to that extreme (Russ was also played by David Schwimmer, so no, not that identical), but yeah. It’s like that. Oh, also, I have never dated either of them, so it’s not like that. But, yeah, weird. Kind of funny. But weird.
Oh, and sorry that I said this was a short story. I ramble on, a lot.
