So glad we met again

This cute mom and I have a bit of history.  The kind of history where more and more details get filled in the longer we know each other.  You know that kind of history where once you know each other long enough and know that the other person likes you enough you can share what was really going on in your mind when you first met.  In our case, we played a bit of college ball together - my bit being a little smaller than hers.  Then over the next 8 years we would occasionally see each other at the club or the Christmas tree lot, randomly got put on an indoor soccer team together, and then ran into each other at a John Mayer concert.  It was at this concert that our true fate became sealed.

I'd just finished my degree and was looking for something fun to do.  Why not train for a triathlon?  My training was set to begin in a couple of days and I was looking for someone who might want to join me.  That's about when I ran into J at the concert.  I didn't notice the third beer in her hands or her goofy grin.  I just saw an athlete who might want to train with me.  I asked, she said yes, we exchanged numbers, and I said I'd call.  Up until a year ago I always thought she anxiously awaited my call to give her all the details of  the swimming program we were joining and the workout regimen we were about to start.  I mean she showed up to the pool  and rarely missed a workout.  She excelled at the sport.  She was a natural.  

I guess a year ago she figured we were secure enough in our friendship to tell me the truth. 

When she saw me at that concert she never intended to do a triathlon with me!!  Can you believe it?  She was hoping I'd be the lame guy who asks for a number and then never calls.  It was the beer talking that night we met again.  Funny thing is, she's still running and winning trophies and my jeans are a lot tight.