That Boy

Explanation flashback:  For the last two years of college, I was in love with That Boy.  We hung out all the time, but he verbally put me in the friend zone, so mostly I went around in a haze of "this is unfair, I wanted more than this, boooo."

Then I graduated, moved to Senegal, moved to Peoria, and liked other boys.

Today I skyped with Stephanie.  She just saw That Boy's parents at a Turkish party, and they asked about the other people on the mission trip of January 2009.  Then they asked about me by name!  Which is weird because I only ever met them once, when we watched Obama's inauguration at their aparment. 

Turns out there was this one time when I gave That Boy a haircut.  He and his friends went to his grandparents' house in Memphis soon after, and I became known as The Barber.  For a long time afterwards, his grandparents (and then his parents) would frequently ask That Boy how The Barber was doing.  ME.  They were asking about me in that coy unsubtle way people do!

I feel both annoyed and relieved.  Because at least it wasn't only me who thought That Boy and I had a thing.  His friends thought we should be together.  My friends thought we should be together.  Even his parents and grandparents thought so.

Of course, that also means I am very good at winning over everyone EXCEPT the boy I like. 

Which is, just, my life.

I should also point out that I found out That Boy just got engaged yesterday.  And then I found out this.  And....relationships.  Love.  I don't do them well.