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Last month, I came across an ad for a design talk and book signing at a local museum, featuring a man I’d dated 16 years ago. Since our time together, he started a lucrative business and had become rich. I reflected on whether I should go to his talk, afraid that he wouldn’t remember me, creating a moment so awkward I’d want to evaporate. But destiny called. The day the event arrived, it took me many wardrobe changes to get out of the house, attempting to look alluring, yet casual. I sat in the back of the dark auditorium checking for a wedding ring. When it was over, I sprung for his book, waiting nervously in line for a signature. He looked up and shook my hand. “Ah yes,” he said. “I was just thinking of you.” And off we went, our separate ways.
Illustration by Geoff McFetridge [1]