Mercutio
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Amy and her partner Kim moved back to Indiana last week.
Amazingly - stunningly, one of the first things they did after they got their dishes put away was to call me, to invite me over.
It's been long enough, I guess.
So I went over to their house, so nervous that I was ready to vomit, ready to make for the door, my voice with a stutter it's never had before.
But it went... OK, at least. I helped a bit with some computer things, ate with them, and sat down for a long evening of getting to know both of them. Amy's partner and I have a lot in common (movies, comics, Amy...), and I was surprised at how well we all got along, considering the farcical levels of awkwardness involved in the situation.
It felt really good. Really, really good. I talked to someone about things that had nothing to do with computers, or billable hours, or schedules.
But I didn't think anything would come of it; I left with the impression that the main reason I was there was the computer help (which is fine, actually. The help was needed and I would've done it for anyone who asked).
Just a few minutes ago I got a e-mail asking if I'd like to come over again. Only this time there isn't any computer to fix. Which suggests that perhaps my company is actually welcome. Either that, or they've already broken their computers. In either case, I'm simply thrilled at the prospect.
Being welcome may very well be the best thing that's happened to me in over two years.
Amazingly - stunningly, one of the first things they did after they got their dishes put away was to call me, to invite me over.
It's been long enough, I guess.
So I went over to their house, so nervous that I was ready to vomit, ready to make for the door, my voice with a stutter it's never had before.
But it went... OK, at least. I helped a bit with some computer things, ate with them, and sat down for a long evening of getting to know both of them. Amy's partner and I have a lot in common (movies, comics, Amy...), and I was surprised at how well we all got along, considering the farcical levels of awkwardness involved in the situation.
It felt really good. Really, really good. I talked to someone about things that had nothing to do with computers, or billable hours, or schedules.
But I didn't think anything would come of it; I left with the impression that the main reason I was there was the computer help (which is fine, actually. The help was needed and I would've done it for anyone who asked).
Just a few minutes ago I got a e-mail asking if I'd like to come over again. Only this time there isn't any computer to fix. Which suggests that perhaps my company is actually welcome. Either that, or they've already broken their computers. In either case, I'm simply thrilled at the prospect.
Being welcome may very well be the best thing that's happened to me in over two years.