Do I know you? The game

After church I'm approached by a woman about my age. Not surprising, I just joined and people were told to greet us.

You look familar.

A quick glance. Y'know, maybe.

So do you.

And like that the game is begun.

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Begin by listing affiliations. The last place I worked. My college. Nope. Not that.

She went to grad school at the place where I'm at now. Graduated in 2009 with a degree in chemical engineering.

Were you involved with the graduate women's group?
Yes!

Ah ha! We found it. But no. Wait. You graduated in 2009. I started in 2009. That couldn't be it.

And then I figure it out.

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Megan? You're Sara's friend! You went to that church!*

Fifteen months ago, I visited her church. It was my first time attending there. Possibly her last. Four of us went out for brunch after the service--two old, two new. We friended each other on Facebook, but that was all. She was moving out of the life that I was entering.

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There's a neat parallel to her greeting me after I joined today. A validation that it's okay for me to not be joining the church where she originally greeted me.

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I've invited her to our Sunday School class. Who knows, maybe we'll end up real life friends yet.


*Names changed. As always. Initials just lost too much of the feel here.

And thus she joins the unknown guy from college who I ran into in DC
and the illustrator who I met at an arts festival and then saw at church
in the list of people with whom I have successfully won the game