There was an unexpected visitor at church today. I'm kinda particular about where I sit, not just because I'm Lutheran, but I'm pretty insistent on sitting on the end of the pew, because the center aisle is the only way in or out of the church, and sitting next to the walls makes me claustrophobic. So I sit on the outside of the pew, which means when the church fills up, the only empty space is next to me, and thus the only place available for late people. Service had started, and someone walked up next to me, and I started to slide out of the pew to let them in when I actually looked at his face. Shock of all shocks, it was Drew.

Drew was the first guy I liked that ever liked me back. I can't really say that he was my boyfriend, because it never really got that far. Suffice it to say, he was the first in the line of guys who left town before anything could get started. He transferred schools way back in 2001, and I really haven't seen him since. Thus the shock. Didn't really get a chance to talk to him much either, as he left suddenly after the service. Just long enough to learn he had just gotten back from doing two years of missionary work in Africa and told him I was still working for the same place I started at after college, and I turned my back to leave the sanctuary and he was gone.

Which really pretty much pissed me off. Not even a "I've got lunch plans, but it was really good to see you again." Or something. I spent the entire service wondering what I was going to say afterwards for nothing. Maybe he did, too, and didn't come up with anything, so he bolted. I don't know. I suppose at this point, it's useless to get worked up over it. Disconcerting is all.