Two Can Play At This Game

I had a great time scrapbooking last night and even though I thought it wasn't possible, I made it until midnight! In the days leading up to it, we were informed that an "old friend" of sorts was also going to be there. There is quite a history with this old friend, one of which I won’t get into, but basically all contact was cut about 1 ½ years ago. So being told she was going to be there last night? I wasn’t sure what to think. There were times during the week where I got a bit nervous to face her, other times where I just prayed it wouldn’t be too awkward. In as much time that has gone by, I thought by now we’d just say awkward “hello’s, how are you,” and each go to our own scrapbook tables and be done with it. Nope. Didn’t happen…

I walked into the scrapbook store knowing she was already there (saw her in the parking lot) and wouldn’t you know she completely avoided eye contact with me even though I was standing not 10 feet from her and she was looking pretty much in my direction? So I clicked into a different frame of mind… Not Ms. Nice Ernie, but Ms. “two can play at this game” Ernie. Sure I could have walked over and made a point to say hello, but why? Probably not the right attitude, but at the time it felt right. Five and a half hours in the same beakin’ store and we managed to avoid any contact – when she was out and about in the store shopping for paper and such, I stayed at the table and continued working. And vice versa. As the night drew to a close, she walked by with her group of girlfriends and said “bye guys!” I turned and smiled and she made eye contact with me and that was it. A “goodbye”… Stupid. Dumb! Elementary school-ish I know. As much as I was willing to let by-gones be by-gones, it was all brought back up again. Sheesh… Now I guess I know, the next time we cross paths we’ll avoid any contact.

I would like to think I don’t have any enemies, but I suppose I’ve learned you just can’t be everyone’s friend.