A friend just asked a group of us if we remembered our first emails from our respective honeys.
Well, honestly, email was only just becoming a thing regular people did when J and I first met. Which makes me feel like I must have been too busy outrunning dinosaurs at the time to try newfangled things like electronic communication. But the question brought to mind this little memory nugget, that hasn't yet found a place in some larger story:
After our first date, long,long ago, J called my apartment, and one of my evil roommates decided to pretend to be me on the phone, and act like she'd never heard of him. It had been a pretty fabulous first date, so he was understandably confused and crushed. I ran into him on the street a few days later, and we figured out what had happened.
We're lucky Boston's a small town, I think. We might have missed each other.
Unless it was fate.
This same roommate tried to get me in trouble with my mom (this was third year of college) by talking about how I couldn't come to the phone because I was out all night with a different guy each time. I found out about this months later, from Mom. Apparently, she just said, "That's my girl!" and told them to tell me she'd called.
Haters gonna hate. Or whatever it is the kids are saying these days...
Your Mom's response is pretty awesome.
Posted by: Jenfromboston | January 17, 2012 at 11:10 AM
Yeah, I think it was perfect.
Yay Mom!
Posted by: roo | January 17, 2012 at 12:15 PM