I wanted to title this post: American/Russian Relations, but that's too politically sensitive right now. No need to invite hackers to the blog. Oh, who are we kidding? They're already hacking everything anyway.
The Russkie came over last night and we ate delicious soup and caught up on life and mostly talked about politics. Because I guess that's the only thing most of us can think about and try to process these days.
But. As we were talking, I was thinking about how we are friends only because I took a chance.
Before I left my old job and entered poverty by going back to school and working for mere crumbs, I took advantage of my very good health insurance by catching up on All The Appointments. Dentist, General Practitioner, Eye Doctor, all of it. During one of my appointments, the Russkie helped me and in the middle of our interaction she goes, "Ok, sorry, but your eyelashes are amazing." This was back when I had eyelash extensions because, disposable income. Her comment basically caused us to chat nonstop for like 20 minutes. She worked and chatted. I sat there and asked her questions and talked about Colorado and basically, eventually, kept her from doing any work at all.
And then I left. The appointment had been on a Friday and I was scheduled for a quick follow up early the next week, and I thought a lot about her that weekend. I didn't even know her name. But, here I was, confused, despondent about the looming Job and Life Change, and I had had such a good conversation with her! So I thought to myself that if she happened to be in the office when I went back in for my follow-up, that I was essentially going to do the grown-up version of passing her a note and asking her to be my friend: I was going to give her my business card and ask if we could have coffee sometime.
She was in the office. We chatted some more and our interaction gave me the courage to "ask her out". I told her that I'm not a crazy person but here was my card and I really enjoyed talking to her and maybe we could hang out sometime? And then I waited.
She calmly took the card and walked away.
Just as I was starting to mentally flail around, she came back with a note pad and a pen. She wrote down her name and her email address.
A few weeks later we met for sushi (well, fake sushi for her) and the rest is history.
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