Yesterday I was off to Leslieville to have wine and exchange pressies with a gal pal. I was on the Queen St. E. tram, just making my way to the exit, when I saw a very familiar face from my past. Could it be Tom? I haven't seen him since I was 21. Nearly 9 years to the day since we last hung out. He had short dyed black hair then. Now he had long light brown locks and his eyes are still bright blue. He had the same hook nose, so I was pretty sure it was him.
We got off the tram and I asked 'Are you, Tom?'
He looked at me like I was nuts. I asked the question again and he said yes.
I introduced myself. Tom stopped, looked at me blankly for two beats and then his face lit up and he gave me a big warm hug.
Tom was my first...well, yeah. He was my first everything. So he has a special place in my heart. We didn't end on bad terms. He lived in Guelph and I lived in Mississauga. We just lost contact. If there was bad blood it certainly wasn't apparent yesterday.
He was on his way to Rock Oasis, which lead us on the topic of surfing. He is going to surf in Morocco in February! I told him about Costa Rica and DR. We chatted on the street corner for about 10 minutes in amazement at the weird little similarities of travel and future plans.
What I liked was that there was no 'let's hang out again' nonsense. It was nice to know that Tom grew up into an awesome dude. That loose end of wondering what happened to him and if all is 'ok' has been answered. And it made me so very happy. :)
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