Ahh, balance... ~wince~

Let's see... how many of you, my faithful readership (picks up and pets one especially attentive dustbunny.) remember a girl named Erin?

Long story short, she was the last girl Adam dated before I showed up. Which made for about a month of *real* entertainment, and significant big stick-carrying soft-walking when I first got to town. When they first split, she was not the most sane of girls. When I talked to her in May of last year (Ah! here she is!), she was significantly more... philosophical... about things.

Sunday, Wal-Mart finally worked its strange attracting-mojo and pulled us all together at the same time. And you know what?

She smiled to see us.

Now, granted, she *is* a theatre major, from a family of theatre majors--it could be well-concealed knives that made her eyes shine so. But for the sake of finally really healing old wounds, I'm going to hope not.

She came over to the apartment that night, and we all sat and chatted for two hours. It was surreal. I find myself actually kindof enjoying her. I see now what he saw then.

so.

Part of me has its back up that when all was said and done, she wanted to talk further with Adam but was "just not comfortable" around me...

But part of me realises a)the logic in that feeling, and b)the odd serving of balance happening here, dropping her into our laps at the same time as a few of the blokes at practice decide to hug the Jessica and not let go on cue.

Threats to the spouse, these people? Not really. Just a little something to keep us both from taking the other for granted.





And I'm going to keep telling myself that until I believe it.