I have a friend from work. We actually trained together.
Although she works in a different department, we often bump into each other in the lunch room or passing through the store. She’s great fun and we enjoy chatting.
Yesterday she came into my department to buy some sexy, silky boudoir attire. Here’s the dirt:
Apparently, she broke up with her long-time boyfriend about a month ago. He dumped her, as she put it, which is never a pleasant position to be in no matter who you are. I knew nothing of this until yesterday, which made me feel badly that I hadn’t been there for her during a time one needs a pal to talk with.
Anyway, she seemed to get through the grieving because after a four week period, an ex-boyfriend contacted her. Yada yada yada (insert reconnection convo here). Ends up, he wants to meet her in Europe, which is where he’ll be when my friend is going to be flying across the pond (and some) to visit her family. So…
next thing she knows she gets an email with a plane ticket attached and an itinerary of their travels through Europe – together.
Bada bada bing!
After much mulling it over and more talking, my friend did realize this was not somebody she’d never met before. He wasn’t an online thingy she was taking a chance on. He was actually somebody she had a whole lotta schwing with back in the day. Somebody who had set off fireflies in her belly and ignited sparks in his. Someone who could have been a missed opportunity and was the real McCoy. And she said YES!
I will miss her sparky energy at the store. I’ll miss our lunchtime chats.
My friend is off to Europe in a few weeks carrying with her courage, happiness, love in the pit of her stomach, and loads of sexy lingerie.
Love you, friend, and hope to keep up with your adventures.
We love adventures here so keep ‘em coming!