Bobby and I went to high school together our freshman year, and then he switched schools. At the time, he was dating one of my good friend (Emma's mom), and I was seeing one of his best friends. Along with one other couple we spent a summer as an insperable group of friends, out nearly every day. After changing schools, we fell out of touch. I did have him in a class during my first semester at community college, but I never went to that class so we fell out of touch once again.
Then came MySpace. Lacee had finally convinced me to create a page. I spent an evening looking up old friends, and Bobby was among the ones I found. There was a polite hello, and then no contact again for months.
But that was back when I liked to post bulletins, and occasionally Bobby would respond to share his laughter, or to say how much he liked my posts. Then one post, something about a conspiracy theory involving 9-11, made him call me and suggest we hang out. Apparently he likes conspiracy theories.
Wouldn't you know, we only lived less than 15 minutes from one another, equidistant to Disneyland (we are both fans). I was on my way home when he called, and was able to just meet up with him for dinner at Heroes in Fullerton. We spent the evening catching up, telling old stories, and filling in the blanks. Reuniting with old friends can sometimes be awkward, but we spent a good four hours hanging out, eating dinner and then watching Team America: World Police on his giant projector. But after that, aside from forwarding funny emails, we didn't talk again for a couple months.
Among the things we'd discussed was an affinity for jazz, and he suggested I check out the local cafe, Steamers. They have live music every night, and there's no door charge during the week. Jessica and I went a couple times and loved it. So one night I messaged Bobby to see if he wanted to go with me, and he did. Again we hung out for hours.
After that we hung out a few times before Jessica and I left for our trip, and I think I emailed him every other day while I was gone. Okay, sometimes it was every day. Once I came back from my trip, I was with him every day, and have been since.
It is very rare that we spend longer than 12 hours away from one another, and I know it sounds sappy, but we get a little mopey when we do. In some ways it feels like we've been together longer, and in other ways it feels like it hasn't been nearly that long. Coming home to him at the end of the day always makes the day better.
We spent a quiet day alone together. Aside from going out to breakfast, we didn't leave the house at all. I made a nice salmon dinner, and we watched a movies together on the couch. Nothing super special, but it was relaxing, and we both feet good about the day. As uneventful as that sounds, I am happy.