Coincidence, the humour of the universe

When I was a sophmore in college, I had this boyfriend who...well, let me put it this way. He was 24, living in a dorm room, and part of a fraternity. He was very handsome, though. My friends and I had nicknamed him 'Rupert' before we met him, as he had a passing resemblance to the poet, Rupert Brooke. (Yes, we were pretentious, why?)

Anyway...I was young, romantic, and stupid, and he kind of messed with my mind. Lots of games - 'I think I love you' mere days after we met and then dumping me shortly after...well, you know what 'after'. And then getting back with me only to hurt me again. Apparently I looked quite a bit like his previous girlfriend who'd hurt him, so I guess it was some sort of revenge.

So he was a jerk, he broke my heart, I got over it, end of story.

Yesterday I was at the Collingwood Farmer's market promoting our Shakespeare thing, wearing my Cordelia costume. This middle-aged man stops, and calls me by name. I don't recognize him, and say so. He says, 'did you go to Monmouth?' I say yes and he, you guessed it, was Jerk Boyfriend from 20 years ago!

He lives in Collingswood and, this is the weirdest part, lives on the street that, until April, I lived on.

Weird, y/y?

Coincidence, the humour of the universe

When I was a sophmore in college, I had this boyfriend who...well, let me put it this way. He was 24, living in a dorm room, and part of a fraternity. He was very handsome, though. My friends and I had nicknamed him 'Rupert' before we met him, as he had a passing resemblance to the poet, Rupert Brooke. (Yes, we were pretentious, why?)

Anyway...I was young, romantic, and stupid, and he kind of messed with my mind. Lots of games - 'I think I love you' mere days after we met and then dumping me shortly after...well, you know what 'after'. And then getting back with me only to hurt me again. Apparently I looked quite a bit like his previous girlfriend who'd hurt him, so I guess it was some sort of revenge.

So he was a jerk, he broke my heart, I got over it, end of story.

Yesterday I was at the Collingwood Farmer's market promoting our Shakespeare thing, wearing my Cordelia costume. This middle-aged man stops, and calls me by name. I don't recognize him, and say so. He says, 'did you go to Monmouth?' I say yes and he, you guessed it, was Jerk Boyfriend from 20 years ago!

He lives in Collingswood and, this is the weirdest part, lives on the street that, until April, I lived on.

Weird, y/y?