the long shot
Somewhere near the beginning of this blog I wrote that, during a low point for me a couple of years ago, I discovered via Facebook that the man who was my first heartbreak had married “the love of his life” and they had just brought their first child home from the hospital.
Recently I ran into a woman (now a wife and mother) from that period of my life, and she said she had also had a romance with this same man, and when she ran into him a few years ago he didn’t remember who she was. And, he looked terrible. We had a laugh over that and over a few other men from that time period who were big studs then and now… not so much.
That laugh turned my whole perspective around.