Meeting somebody you already know
About a month ago, the lovely L Sass e-mailed me to see if I’d be in town for the weekend of February 19. She was going to be in the area, so maybe we could meet up?
Yes! I am in town! I am available! I will drive wherever! Just tell me when you’re free! I e-mailed back, “Okay, I just SHRIEKED. Literally. (Not overused-incorrectly-literally!)” So, you know, I kept my cool.
We made plans to meet for an early lunch on Saturday, and I asked JG if he minded that I was doing this. Wasn’t it a little sketchy, just a bit?
“No,” he said, “I’m pretty sure she is not a huge, scary guy.”
And, people, L Sass is not any of those things. As I suspected from our past bloggy interactions, she is delightful. She navigated her way through the regional rail system and found me on the opposite platform despite circuitous under-construction pathways. I immediately gushed over her bright green winter coat; that girl knows her way into my heart! We walked down slushy streets to a local restaurant, where we both ordered mushroom dishes, and chatted for hours. We talked about jobs, plans for the future, blogging, and regional differences, and it was all very breezy and natural.
It’s funny, because I felt as though we were catching up, even though we had never actually spent time together in person. However, when you’re meeting somebody you already know, you don’t have to waste time on get-to-know-you small talk. I could ask questions about her business school experience, and what’s in store for the future, and she commiserated on my freelance quest and regretted not being able to meet Ted. Next time, we said. Yes, there will be a next time!