Little did I know that A's now-fiancee is the latest prospective student at McCombs - an unknown fact right up until the moment I saw her smiling face sitting in my Small Business Finance class as part of the Preview Weekend tour of campus. I consider myself to be pretty level-headed, but having to sit through an entire 75 minutes of class and pretend that she wasn't flashing her new jewelry from across the room intentionally was just about enough to make me want to grab the first banana peel I could find and trip her ass on the way out. I have no excuse for feeling this way other than I resent her mere presence in what had been up until that point MY SCHOOL.
Ahem.
From that point forward I realized that any Preview Weekend activities that I planned on attending would probably result in a confrontation with A, as he attended all my Preview Weekend events when I was in her shoes, why shouldn't he do it again?
And I was right. And it was awkward. Not 3 minutes after arriving last night on the rooftop patio of Six, I had to endure the shortest, most painful conversation of my life:
"Hi, I saw you over here and thought I'd say hello."
"Hi."
"Yeah so... M is going to be going to school here next fall."
"So I gathered - I saw her in my class today."
"Yeah she said she saw you too."
"So.... I heard the news - congratulations."
"Thanks!! It's very stressful."
"Stressful? How?"
"Well, M's a planner, so she gets stressed and then I get stressed."
"Huh."
"OK, well good seeing you, bye."
"Bye."
It was just like ripping off a Band-Aid. Made better by the fact that A has gotten fatter than ever and I'm happily dating the most amazing (and hottest) man I have ever met. So no, I don't care, I just would have preferred avoiding the whole thing altogether. Apparently I don't possess a maturity level adequate for handling such an encounter. I'm OK with that.
