I actually have no idea what it would feel like to be Anna Faris, but I do feel like her character, Ally Darling, from last year’s What’s Your Number. If you haven’t seen it, here’s a brief recap:
Anna Faris plays a bachelorette looking for love (similar to every other chick flick ever produced). While preparing for her sister’s wedding she comes across a statistic in a magazine informing her that (supposedly) 96% of women in America who have had 20 or more sexual partners will never find a husband. Faris freaks, fearing she will become a statistic and begins tracking down all the men of her past to see if any of them will work the second time around. More importantly, the movie was filmed in Boston, the greatest city on Earth.
Now, I am no where near 20 men and no, this post is not about my number, but I have been backtracking quite a bit lately, just like Faris. Refer to my post Extreme Backsliding for more on that. But, the major difference between myself and Faris is that I’m not looking for it. Sure, with Ryan and Danny I could have prevented the backsliding and no it’s not like I just fell onto Justin’s lips, but running into Justin at an industry party was a shock and this weekend I got another unexpected surprise: a text from Kevin Kross.
The story of Kevin Kross is a rather insignificant one, but here it is nonetheless. I met Kevin my freshman year. He was a friend of a friend and we shared a class. I first developed interest in him while studying for midterms together. Kevin was fun to flirt with and easy to talk to. Soon he revealed that he liked me. At the time I was interested in Kevin, but I was more interested in someone else. I told Kevin I couldn’t get involved with him when I had strong feelings for another person. Long story short, it didn’t work out with this other guy and when it came time for finals I saw Kevin again. We were studying with a larger group of kids from our class, but as the group dwindled and people left to get some sleep, the only two remaining, seated closely on the couch, were Kevin and me. It happened in an adorable high school sort of way. While we were studying we somehow managed to get closer and closer to each other on the couch. Then we were touching hands. Then we were holding hands. Then we were alone. Then we kissed.
Kevin really wanted a girlfriend; he had made that clear from the start. So after kissing him once we were together all the time. I can’t remember the exact amount of time, but our “relationship” cumulatively lasted somewhere around three weeks. The first would be the week before finals. Then we went home for a three week winter break. The relationship maybe lasted for two more weeks once we got back from break, and then it was over.
It turned out Kevin wanted a girlfriend, but most certainly did not have time for one. Kevin was rushing a fraternity, was in the honors program, and studied mechanical engineering. With all this going on he could only manage to see me for less than an hour at a time (unless I decided to tag a long with whatever his frat boys were doing) and that, unfortunately, was not enough. Somehow, I can’t exactly remember how, but somehow a combination of Kevin’s lack of time and probably some of my craziness (freshman year wasn’t my finest) we came to a mutual decision to stop seeing one another. That was the end of that. I was probably sad about it for a week. The end.
So here we are, two and a half years later, and I receive a text from a number I don’t recognize.
“sorry I got a new phone who is this”
“Ya how have you been?”
The conversation started at 12:18 am on Saturday night (or technically Sunday morning) and continued until 11:45pm last night. I was surprised to hear from him – Kevin Kross why are you texting me? But curiosity always prevails and I kept the conversation going. Of course keeping the conversation going was not very difficult considering for every two sentences I’d send, he’d send a paragraph in response. Interesting. Of course I checked his Facebook for his relationship status. I knew he had found a girlfriend, but I had no idea if they were still together. But Facebook gave me nothing in either direction, no relationship status to be found. Fortunately, finally, he mentioned her as his “now ex” and how they were going to go on a cruise together but it “obviously didn’t work out”. Sounds like a recent break up to me. I didn’t dare ask; if the boy wants to backslide my way, so be it. It’s not like this hasn’t been the recent trend of my life anyways. And Kevin’s a nice guy. I see no harm.
But my dear, sweet, universe, what on earth are you trying to tell me? Why do these ghosts of boyfriend’s past keep coming into my life?
Does it have anything to do with the awkward bride and groom figurines that appeared in my cubicle last fall?
Probably not, but these still perplex me.
If anything the universe is keeping it interesting and I think I’m okay with that. And yes, I have resorted to blaming the things I can’t explain on the universe and I blame that little factoid on Lily and Marshall. (How I Met Your Mother, anyone?).