2001-06-20 :: 1:30 p.m.

Sitting on the steps outside during lunch, I recognized my first college boyfriend's best friend and old roommate.

It was surreal. He looked exactly the same. I, apparently, have had cosmetic surgery or something because he didn't recognize me when I called his name.

It was good catching up, though. We both agreed that my ex is the "marrying type," and we're happy he found someone so perfectly suited for him.

I like shooting the shit with people I haven't seen in years. There is always stuff to talk about.

I need a night like tonight coming up, you know, with the good company kind of feeling and the comfy squooshiness of a couch and The Boy late at night all entwined and belly full of sleepmaking food I could just do this forever.

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