For some reason, all day today, I've been thinking that it's been about that long. She is the one who challenged me to regularly blog here; you have her to thank...
...and this is how our friendship was forged...
Our Mutual Friend (not the Dickens novel), the yoga clown, came to my desk one day and let me know that there was a new person in the group.
"We should go meet her..." she insisted.
"Because she's new. We could be the welcome committee."
"Doesn't she have work to do?"
"Probably not yet."
"Don't you have work to do?"
"Yeah, lots... well, I have work to do."
...and yet I went along...
She was nice, although, like me, confused as to why the yoga clown had dragged me up there to meet her. They had met earlier in the day, (which I did not know) so this was purely an introduction which would be followed by a "what do you think" session.
Her most distinguishing characteristic was this; she held her hand in front of her face... the whole time we talked.
I've been told I have a stunning smile, but this was going overboard.
I checked my breath to be sure that it wasn't stale from lunch and then noticed that she had a cold-sore. I assured her that I get them all the time and that she need not worry that I'd think anything about it whatsoever.
The conversation went like any one of those between you and someone you'd just been forced to meet and consisted much of the insidious drive she had to make each morning to get to work.
I liked her.
I felt sorry for her (cold sores hurt and long drives to work hurt even more)
What happened that night put me on her list of "The Strangest People I know who are still considered friends". I went to the A&P to pick up a rotisserie chicken for dinner - half for me and half for Fernando who could smell it from a mile away and who would turn his nose up at the Fancy Feast if I was picking apart a chicken - I gave in to him just so he didn't trip me up, causing me to break my neck. As I passed the pharma aisle I thought about Baloney and decided to pick her up a tube of Herpecin DL (it's this cold sore med I use).
So, right now you're thinking, "Gee guy, what you don't know about women could fill a 200 terabyte server."
I sat with Tony that next morning (her cube was right next to his) and when she arrived I paraded into her cube,
"I picked this up for you!"
"I use it all the time!"
"Umm, gee, thanks..."
You know, nothing says "Let's be friends" quite like a tube of cold-sore salve.
Sometimes in life you have those "What was I thinking" moments (I have enough for me and a whole Roman Catholic family)... and those moments are what color our lives and serve as a reminder to the people with whom we share our time on Earth that locks were created for a reason...
I still get teased about it and when I do, I simply hold my hand up in front of my face like Gloria Swanson and we laugh until the Diet Pepsi comes out our noses...