So Saturday I went to a Natural History Museum with my little nieces and the rest of my family. I wasn't looking particulary fetching, because hey I'm hanging out with my family and kids and I don't have to impress them. Also it was snowing that day so my hair had gotten wet and kind of wigged out, oh and to top it all off I had a big red blotchy zit right in the center of my face. Anyway, who, who of all people did I turn around and see right next me? This guy I had really liked and gone out with a long time ago and haven't seen since! He was all excited to see me and then what ensured was awkward indeed. I struck my hand out for a handshake, he shook it and then went in for a hug, which I went the wrong way on and it was just weird and it didn't help matters any that my Dad was standing right next to me too. So then we had this awkward conversation, because what do you really talk about with someone that you don't really know anymore. And then that was it and the rest of the time at the museum I tried to avoid him and his pretty wife and their two little boys.
This has been a fear of mine for awhile, not a huge fear, but somewhere in the back of mind there is this thought whenever I go out that I could run into someone I don't want to run into at precisely the time I don't want to run into them. In this case it was running into an old flame when I was looking awful. And this thought creeps into my mind that he is thinking, "Phew, I'm glad I didn't end up with this girl." How come you never run into people like this when you're looking stunning and feeling uber confident. Oh well now that's done with, I don't have to worry about running into him because I already have, unto the next old flame, but this next time I'll be prepared.