Excuse me...have we made out?

Remember when you were in college and it was the start of a new semester?  You walk in to the lecture hall and find your seat.  If you were like me, the first day of class you were always a good 10 minutes early - just incase.  If you were late, forget it...for the purpose of this story you were on time.  Just as class is beginning to start in the lecture hall of 500 students, a few final stragglers come walking in through the door....some still smelling like last night's drink specials.  Distracted by the door, you realize
the last guy (or girl, depending on your gender and preference) to walk through the door looks extremely familiar, but you can't put your finger on why.  He sits down next to you or within the vicinity.  For all intensive purposes, in this story, he sits right next to you...and you start to get a little nervous.  You're positive you know him from somewhere...but you just can't recall.  Then again, you and your roomie did have a few too many cocktails this past weekend.  Oh well.  Your professor's voice babbles in the background as you attempt to finish the UDK crossword puzzle and read up on the latest Free4All calls from the previous weekend when all of a sudden....BAM!  You remember!  Your heart starts racing...you feel your face flushing as you realize in your mind, "Shit....that's that guy I made out with at bar close a few months back."  You exchanged numbers that night, he texted you a few times, but nothing really came of it.  Then a few months later...of all places...he sits right next to you in class.  You sigh as you realize it's going to be a long semester....

Flash forward to present day.  This whole scenario... yep...that's exactly how I felt this past week.  I was minding my own business walking through the halls of the hospital when I passed a man in scrubs whose face looked awfully familiar.  But why?  I continued on with my day.  And then I realized....shit...that's the guy I made out with several months ago at bar close.  The rest of that hazy night and its events begin to come back to me.  I remember him telling me he worked at the hospital.  We swapped phone numbers and exchanged texts a few times before we lost touch.  Due to busy schedules we were never able to go out for drinks.  Did I ever think I'd see him again?  Absolutely not.  But of course, much to my surprise I am now continually running in to him and have seen him 3 times since then in the past two weeks.  Each time we politely smile at one another and walk by continuing on.  I'm not sure if he even remembers who I am.  Even if I was slightly intoxicated and visually impaired that night, the good news is he's gorgeous stone sober.  Maybe next time I'll speak up and say hello...and maybe I'll see if he's still open to the idea of happy hour.  But then again...maybe not...

-Stay Sassy, xo