"I like the idea of you and Evan," my porch swing companion mentions casually. We aren't on the topic of Evan (as usual--I don't bring him up, because there's nothing to say), but that seems to stop no one from saying those exact words to me, when I mention dating, romantic interests, and other topics along the general romantic theme. They like the idea of us. Apparently it's a universal OTP.

I look to the left and forward at the storm clouds coming in. It seems like I always find myself back on this particular dock during storms. I often notice it reflecting my mindset--the sunny, warm day accompanying my first date with someone incredible, freshman year; the cold rain of my journal writing on the outer dock, stretching out into the vastness of the sea; the distant lightning of my frustrated brooding, gusts of wind unsettling my hair.

"Everyone likes the idea of me and Evan," I respond dryly, still staring into the emptiness of space (somewhat obscured by charcoal clouds).




It's February and I'm conducting another set of group interviews for the internship. The boss is a little behind, so I wander quietly into the lobby to do a tap dance, or something, while she sorts everything out and gets the conference room ready for the interviews ("Nope, all I need for you to do is give me a couple minutes to get some e-mails sorted out," she tells me, when asked if I could help her). I've been told it's only two students, and that this is a special session scheduled just for them, because they were too busy to take a normal slot. Weird. So just me and the boss interviewing them. Okay.

They seem normal enough, and I wonder passively if I look normal at all, leaning awkwardly against the opposite wall, quite possibly the farthest distance from them I could maintain without actually leaving the room. I ask some basic questions to burn some time and distract them from their impending group interview doom...and the fact that we're late starting. The one is a psychology major, and I rip into psychology with him without a second thought about how I tend to come off as an excessively passionate individual (to put it kindly). He opens fire back, and I'm completely filled with glee...but on the down low.

The entire interview with him is like this. He lists his clubs and organizations and I can pick out several that I've wanted to join. He gives a likable and relatable speech "to new students" (read: my boss and me)...better than I'm able to, today. During the individual Q&A portion, my boss leaves the room with the other applicant, and he answers every question perfectly with a humored smile, alternating polite responses for parent-simulated questions and curse words for the students.

After the interview, I can't leave the conference room for a good minute. My boss shuffles quickly out of her office and stops to see me still standing in the doorway, eyes surely saucers in the wake of this total destruction of my entire universe. How could there be someone with so much energy and life, out there, sharing a whole BUNCH of my interests and beliefs, and, more importantly, how have we never met?

"Yeah," she says, smiling at my stunned expression.

I take the cue, and ask slowly: "What was that?"

She laughed, understanding exactly what I meant.

"That was Evan."

Apparently.

"He'll be your special project," she said matter-of-factly, before slipping back into her office. "I like you two as a team."

Fate.
» randomjunk on 2013-07-01 02:43:07

Hmmm... after reading this entry, I kind of like the idea of you and Evan.

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» Zanzibar on 2013-07-01 08:34:39

I hate when that happens to me
» middaymoon on 2013-07-01 04:56:36

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