Misses arrived. She sat on the couch and small talked with me.

Mister arrived. He made a grand entrance. He threw his arms out from his sides (like one would when about to embrace an old, dear friend), got a shocked look on his face, and said, “W! Long time no see!” as he then leaned over my desk, entering into my personal space. (W, not WB, as one who knows me well would shorten my name down to something more casual and familiar.)
“Hi FirstName!” as I pulled back (personal space issues).
“Why are you pulling away? I’m giving you a kiss?”
“Oh, sorry.”
He kissed me on the cheek, as old, dear friends might do if they’re not me, as I’m disinclined to enter someone’s facial personal space, and even less inclined to kiss people.
He continued, “it’s been a really long time.”
“It’s been seven or eight years.” Then, to Bosslady, “Yes, I think he might remember me.” (she asked me about an hour ago if I thought he’d remember me, and I said I hoped not, and related how I cried on sherlock’s shoulder last night about how anxious I was about this meeting.)
Laughter all around.
Misses: “How do you know each other?” Looking bewildered, I think.
“I used to work at CompanyM.” I said.
“Wow! Small world,” said Mister. “How long has it been?”
“Well, I was laid off in 2001, so…”
“Seven years. Wow.”

…it continued, but the rest is unimportant…

Well, at least is seems to be a warm memory for him, whereas for me it’s icy. My life kind of spiraled after I was laid off from that company. Here’s hoping Bosslady closes this deal and we get mucho moolah from them. That would make me feel better.

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