Have you ever had a weird feeling that the universe was trying to send you a message?
I've been randomly seeing The Ram (who I met through mutual friends a couple of years ago and have subsequently seen a few times since then) for the past couple of weeks. Hadn't seen him since last summer, and then, in the span of just a few days, I ran into him about four or five times. (Hence the name The Ram... because I keep running into him.)
It all started when I saw him out during lunch about two weeks ago. We exchanged friendly hellos, but I honestly didn't think much of it... especially because I was pretty sure he didn't even remember my name.
Then we crossed paths during lunchtime a few days later. We waved and yelled "hi!" to each other across the street, but didn't stop to chat.
Early last week, I was walking to an Indians game with a bunch of guys from work and saw The Ram sitting in his car waiting to pull out (TWSS) as the guys and I were crossing the street. He started waving to me from inside his car and, after wondering who the hell was waving to me for a second, I realized who it was and popped over to say hi.
And, in the spirit of Mr. May-be (this month's proactive manhunt adventures), I told The Ram that we should just grab lunch already for as much as we'd been running into each other. He agreed.
So I took his card, emailed him a few times last week and booked a lunch date for next week. (Our calendars didn't work out until then -- boo!)
After all of the weird run-ins, I finally told my friends about all of the random sightings to see if they thought it was as bizarre as I did. Being a great wingwoman (and a loyal blog reader who knows the sorry state of my dating life right now), my friend (the one who knows both me and The Ram) texted him to come meet us, and 15 minutes later he showed up for a couple of drinks. (He had to leave shortly thereafter because he had other plans for the nite, but in the short time he was there we confirmed that he is not dating anyone right now.)
After all of this randomness, I really felt like the universe was trying to tell me something. I mean, I don't run into people I work with as much as I was running into this guy.
So I almost couldn't believe it yesterday when I ran into The Ram again. This time, at the gym. (Yes, you read that correctly. The gym. Not jazzercise.)
I was taking a dance class that my friend teaches at the Rocky River Fitworks (which was super fun, BTW) and happened to catch a glimpse of The Ram standing right outside the room we were in. For realz? I nearly fainted. (Then again, that could have been attributed to all of the dancing to Michael Jackson.) When class was over, he happened to be standing about 20 feet outside the group fitness room, so we briefly chatted (as I was dripping with sweat, mind you... like I had just re-enacted that scene from Flashdance) before I headed to my car.
So is it possible that all of these were just weird coincidences? (Minus the planned drinks pop-in at the Greenhouse Tavern.) Or is the universe trying to tell me something? Guess we'll find out at my lunch soiree with The Ram next week. Unless, of course, I run into him before then...
Important P.S.: I have always thought that The Ram is pretty much one of the funniest people I ever met in my life. Which, as you know, is trait #1 on the AAB boy wish list. Hmmm...
***** UPDATE *****
My friend just reminded me that she and I ran into The Ram at D'vine in between the biz card exchange and The Greenhouse Tavern run-in. I ran into him so much, I forgot one of the run-ins!!!