Once upon a time that was a woman who was coming out of a shockingly awful marriage, and she wasn't going to ever get married again. Ever. Ever. Ever.
Except that there was this man from work, who really kind of pursued the new girl. He said all the right things, and he was very nice. Against her own better judgement, she went on a date. There was another. After a couple months, out of the blue, he pulled her aside to say that he didn't think he wanted to date her anymore.
She cried, but she went back to her solitary life with her kids and really wondered about her character defects. It seemed men liked her well enough until they got to know her. What on earth could be wrong with her? But did it really matter, if you were not ever going to get married again? Ever? Ever? Ever?
Within days, her phone was ringing, and the man from work said, "Listen, I can't stop thinking of you, and I think that I made a terrible mistake..." and he talked about how badly he had been hurt before, all because he'd fallen fast and hard. And because it was happening again, he got scared.
He begged for another chance.
The chance was given.
This time, it was only a matter of days. He decided once again that he was making a big mistake. He told the woman he did not want to see her again.
And once again, there were long sleepless nights of self doubt and tears. She changed shifts to make sure that she didn't have to see him everyday. She also realized she was probably a real dumb ass.
Months later, there was a knock on the door. He stood there, awkwardly. He wanted to apologize. Quite shockingly, he also proposed.
She did not let him in the house, but they sat on the porch for a bit. She declined his proposal and said, "You want what you don't have. As soon as you have it, you don't want it anymore." And she explained that she was not ever getting married again. Ever. Ever. Ever.
She said goodbye, and she did not cry because she'd gotten her crying done some time back.
She watched him go and went back into the house, and her life and her kids.
Today, standing in the checkout line, two people happened to exchange glances. One quickly turned away. The other marveled over the fact that, 25 years later, she was no longer that 40 year old dumb ass.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?