You may not remember me and that’s okay because I’m pretty positive that I’m just another notch in your belt but we shared a beautiful moment while I attended the Erma Bombeck Writer’s Workshop a couple weeks back.
You were serving lunch, I was eating lunch. It was very cramped, you had to work your way through tables that were very close together… no?
Maybe a picture of my cheek will jog your memory?
Granted this was taken in the sunshine and not in the ballroom of Kennedy Union, but I think it would help just the same.
That cheek and a certain cheek of yours became quite acquainted, if you know what I mean.
Here’s the problem- although my husband often annoys the piss out of me, I do love him. I’m pretty sure I saw a ring on your finger as well and as fabulous as our moments in that crowded ballroom over that delightful lunch of cold chicken and salad were, I sadly don’t see a future for us. There, there Robert… I’m sure there’s another cheek out there for you to love.
Please realize that while I had many great experiences at the workshop- the talks, the sessions, the friends I’d only met hours beforehand but felt like I’d known for years, the inspiration, all of it… none of it will compare to the time we spent together.
We’ll always have lunch, Robert. :tear: We’ll always have lunch.
Me (the woman sitting by the door on the far left, no, left if you are facing the doors, I guess it would be far right if you are facing the front, seriously you don’t remember me? I’m beginning to feel a bit like a cheap floozie here Robert, like our time together meant nothing to you. Did it mean nothing to you Robert? DID IT?!?!?! Answer me!!!! I need to know!!!! ROBERT!!!!!)