blind date - part deux

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after that awesome date, i can remember thinking something along the lines of "do i have to count that as my first date ever? shouldn't it not count because it was a blind date?" i think i tried to convince myself i still had a chance to make good memories. (which i did - just not with him on my very first date.)
he's from connecticut, i was from ny. we never were in the same area/with the same friends, so i was good.
mr. first date walked away from my house and away from my life.... or so i thought.

fast forward a little over two years. hello, college! hello to living on my own two thousand miles away not knowing anyone, except my older, about-to-be-engaged brother close by.
oh wait. NO. mr. first date goes here too.
byu has an enormous campus and tens of thousands of students. but it is funny how often you see the same people over and over again. (it happens other places too)
and i used to see mr. first date everywhere freshman year. and then only occasionally the rest of the time. i saw him often enough, i realized that a) he danced on the ballroom team b) he wasn't married/dating anyone seriously and c) he didn't go on a mission.
i never had a class with him or anything.
but seeing him always made me think of that date and the smell of chlorine.

i've always wondered if he remembered anything at all about that fateful night.
i didn't think so because of how often i saw him at byu and there was no response.


then i got married and graduated!
end of mr. first date random sightings.

oh wait. NO. 
a little background: i do plasma. (i say do because i get paid, but saying i sell my plasma just sounds awful wrong) i don't have any problems with needles, and the cash makes great spending money. i started doing plasma sophomore year and then quit for awhile.
i started doing it again back in april (?)
and guess who works there.
yep. mr. first date.

the other day at plasma, i think maybe he might have realized he knew me somehow.
he has never checked me in or done my screening or anything like that
until last time.
he checked me in like normal, dotted my finger with the ink and then i walked away.
then i heard "natalie, are you from connecticut?"
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what would you have said??

this is my next project for all my scraps of fabric!