Classmate Date 3: Rose

As many of you know I started my blog originally to do some creative writing, touch on fitness and beauty, and to stretch myself to get more out of my comfort zone. I do different comfort zone “challenges” and have been doing a series of them in recent weeks. I have been meeting up with girls from my graduating class. Last night I met with a classmate we’ll call Rose.

When I added Rose to Facebook a few weeks ago, she accepted and messaged me asking me how I had been. I was a bit surprised just because we didn’t hang out at school nor were we in the same group of friends. We caught up a little bit and she was happy to get together with me. I knew I had some history with Rose but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I can’t believe I already forget things from just 10 years ago. I was thinking that maybe we rode the bus together or took art together.

Instead of going on a walk like I have with my last two classmate dates, we decided to do dinner downtown at Tellers. Face to face dinner with someone you haven’t talked to since graduation could be a bit nerve-wracking. But I wasn’t the least bit nervous on this date. It was probably because I knew this about Rose; she was fun, positive, hilarious and not afraid of what others think. I knew dinner was bound to be a good time.

I arrived at Tellers at 7pm and Rose was seated by the window. She stood up and we gave each other a big hug. She looked great; glowing.  Conversation was extremely easy and we laughed a ton. We reminisced quite a bit and laughed at many high school moments. She reminded me that we worked together for a short period of time at one of my many high school jobs. I quickly remembered. I asked her how I treated her and at first she hesitated. I told her she could be honest and she said that at first I was a little stuck up and she did an impression of me flipping my hair and saying things like, “I’m never getting married or having children.” “I plan to be an esthetician after school.” I was cracking up. And apparently I actually said those things. But she said after we got to know each other a little we had a pretty good time at work. I didn’t doubt that.

Dinner with Rose was a blast. She was herself. I was myself. It wasn’t awkward, it was honest, it was refreshing. We laughed a lot, we had some more serious moments, we shared about who we are today. We may be different in a lot of ways but we found several things that we completely agreed on and could have spent quite a bit of time talking about had we not needed to get home.

I always admired Rose. She is upbeat, open and confident. I feel like in school she didn’t care what other people thought and that is a rare quality. I struggled a lot with the opinions of others and it would keep me in a place of fear. Why would I let what someone thinks keep me from doing things I want to do or being the person I want to be? Even today this is something I am still working on.

I love how fearless little children are. They can be completely into different things…characters, sports, poems, magic tricks, etc and they haven’t started caring what people think about it yet. They don’t care about being politically correct, about what brand they’re wearing, status, what each other looks like. They’re accepting. I read this quote today and I loooovvve it.

“Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?” 

 

Til the next “date,”

 

xo

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One Response to Classmate Date 3: Rose

  1. I already love “Rose”! How funny, honest and enjoyable when we are our authentic selves!

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