His name looked familiar on the LinkedIn request, but from his picture, I couldn't recognize anything about him. He was handsome, with dark hair, wire-rimmed glasses, and a broad smile. His profile indicated that he was a lawyer living in DC.
"I had no idea you were in DC. Doctor school... nice," he had written.
His message intimated that at one point in life, we must have at least been acquaintances, but from where?
After logging into LinkedIn, I realized that we did know each other. Once upon a time, he was a fat (not chubby, FAT), socially awkward, but extremely smart kid who lived in my neighborhood. We rode the same school bus for over an hour to get to the magnet high school in the next town, and I remember that once he got food poisoning.
Now, apparently, he's a lawyer. Who is good-looking. And lives in DC.
I sent a short reply back saying that we should meet up for dinner or happy hour, then immediately regretted it. It was forward, and influenced by curiosity and said good-looking picture (Rahul is reading right now, and shaking his head because of his last post).
Surprisingly, he wrote back giving me his phone number, general place of residence, and the offer to text him anytime I'm free because he's always down for last minute concerts or drinks. The place that he mentioned as being a mecca for said concerts is somewhere I've never heard of. (Is that where the trendy lawyer people hang out after work? Because I only hang out in the medical school library in the evenings. Where yes, I am writing this right now.)
I suppose the right thing to do was to be casual and spontaneous and to say, "Yeah! That sounds awesome! Let's do that!" Unfortunately, I'm in a committed relationship with something called the Second Year of Medical School.
So, I replied with my phone number, a tentative date of October 3rd, and a brief explanation of why I can't meet up before then. Welcome to medical training.
We'll see if he's got the patience to match his looks.
UPDATE: He wrote back and said that his brother is a medical student, so he totally understands. He said he has concert tickets for Theophilus London on the 3rd (yes, I just had to Google him) and invited me to go with him. He said that although it wouldn't be a good place to catch up, he would highly recommend it. Then, he asked about other places I would want to go that week (if I didn't go to the concert), gave me the name of his favorite bar, and said that if I'm not a drinker, we can go elsewhere.
His emails talk to me as if we're old friends and not what we really are--nerdy people who grew up in the same area and used to ride a yellow school bus together over ten years ago. This is so weird.