The man in black

This Friday I will be taking a good friend to a semi-formal party. He is flying in from the east coast and our mutual history takes us back to the summer after my freshman year in undergrad. It is a long and winding road we have traveled meeting here and there at check points in our lives but otherwise spiraling upward like a double helix. Just before my break-up I signed onto the computer and found him on aim. When I have work to do I usually just turn on the internet and automatically close down aim. It was a suprise to find him online and an even bigger suprise that he initiated a conversation. We talked for a good while, catching eachother up on events, and our respective goings-on. During the last conversation we had had (more than a year ago) I learned that he had gotten engaged. It took some reflection on my part, but I was willing to close that chapter in my life and I blessed their intentions to wed. When he IMed me, I was under the impression that he was a married man and was taken aback to hear that things had not worked out. From the outside it may seem that the knowledge of this prompted me to break up with my ex. In all honesty, it was a process of three months of soul searching and although this knowledge may have helped reaffirm my decision it certianly didn't drive it. So here we are back at the beginning again. I'm superexcited (my new and better word for anxious). I haven't seen the man in black for at least two years. We are both different and yet at the core the same beings who met through a mutual friend at an eat n' park, argued through the length of a grocery store and blockbuster and formed a strange and beautiful bond over popcorn and "in the army now". That's all I want to say right now.