Here’s a forgotten memory that just turned up. Perhaps it was repressed.
It was somewhere around 10 years ago. I was eating lunch in a Chinese restaurant near work. I was dining alone and there was an older woman sitting alone at another table.
She started talking to me. I don’t remember what was said. She must have liked me or something because she invited me to go out to dinner with her family, more specifically, her daughter. I don’t recall the details but I met them for dinner and then we went to see a movie. I seriously don’t remember anything about the family or their daughter.
Shortly thereafter, for standard reasons, I fell into a seriously deeeeeep depression. I did not accept calls from anyone including the lady who tried to contact me a number of times. It was a very bad time in my life and I could have died. Eventually she gave up.
I forgot about the whole issue. Looking back upon it, I was a total idiot to blow off the opportunity. Such a chance in life doesn’t strike twice. It is obviously not good to dwell on lost chances. It’s like seeing that your numbers won the lottery but you didn’t buy a ticket. Still. It happened. It wasn’t a dream. How insane is that?
I can only dream that it would ever happen again.