This time, in the course of dealing with the troll from yesterday, I had cause to check my 'other messages' on Facebook, and lo and behold there was one from Dave. The Dave, as in my ex from when I was shepherding out Tinui and working as a youth tutor in Porirua. Dave who was instrumental in me realising that actually I'm a pretty good parent, who helped me get out of casual labour and into salaried work, and who, despite how it ended (badly), was the first person to give me an inkling of what actual love felt like.
Last time I saw him I wasn't over him. That was 2004. It was awkward and uncomfortable and afterwards I told him I wasn't keen to see him any more. Ten years later, I was glad to hear from him. We met for coffee and had a good long chat and caught up, and laughed our heads off together. We both look a bit different these days, but not so much that the people we were isn't still visible. It was nice to be in a headspace where we could just hang out, be reminded of why we liked each other in the first place. He's off to the Ross Sea for three months next week, but we agreed to try and keep in touch. I think I'd like that.
I do wonder who else is going to come out of the woodwork this year. There's not much of this year left (Christmas carols in the mall that I walk through to get to my work), so they'd better hurry..
In other news, turns out I can put both feet behind my head and cross them. Just. Buy hey, I count that. Given how much I struggle with every other aspect of contortion, I'm stoked that there is this one thing that feels almost easy.