July 30, 2012
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So I’m walking down the street one night, minding my own business. It was edging pretty close to midnight and the more I walked the more the streets became deserted. Or at least that’s what it felt like.
I came upon a Honda Civic parked on the street corner. An amorous and oblivious couple were going at it like a couple of recently paroled convicts. I don’t know if they heard my footsteps or if something else in the cosmos alerted them to my presence but they halted their progress and fixed their gazes upon me.
I’m not completely sure how long the couple stared at me or how long I stared back–it likely was a few seconds but it felt like hours–but I was immediately sure of one thing:
I. Know. This. Girl.
My brain scanned the recesses of my memory. Her name: Sasha. Nature of our relationship: f**k buddies. Current status: been years since we’d seen each other.
Apparently her brain undertook a similar process to my own because a flash of recognition struck her face, followed by a sheepish smile and an equally sheepish wave of the hand. I couldn’t help but smile and wave back. I didn’t look back and kept on walking.
I chuckle every time I think of that night. In some strange way that evening reminded me how random and hilarious life can be. It reminded me how fleeting life can be, how meaningful and meaningless things can be at the same time. It also reminded me how quickly things change; though we were “just” f**k buddies things between Sasha and I were pretty heavy for a while.
I’m writing this a mere hour or so after walking along that same street and passing cars just like the one I’d seen that night. I intended to write something completely different but that brief encounter, or better yet the lessons I took from that encounter, are heavy on my mind. See, things are changing here at Met Another Frog. Behind the scenes we’ve been wrestling with new realities, dancing around with old realities and deciding best how to handle the inevitable changes.
But, the more things change, the more they stay the same. And quality guest writers are one thing we’ve always been able to count on around here. So, for the next month or so we’re going to be featuring a whole host of guest contributors sounding off on all kinds of smutty, fun and enlightening subjects. Stick around. If you’ve enjoyed what we do around these parts I promise you won’t be disappointed.