At a wine tasting event I saw Nancy, a woman I had recently met through my golf league, across the room. On my way over to say “Hi” I stopped dead in my tracks. I noticed a tall, handsome blonde man in a blue golf shirt talking to Nancy. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My heart skipped a beat.
“It just can’t be him,” I said to myself. “There’s no possible way.”
I was sure, the love of my life from almost 50 years ago was standing right in front of me. When Nancy saw me, she waved and headed my way. She walked towards me bringing my old boyfriend back to me. We greeted and she introduced her HUSBAND to me as Bill. My jaw dropped and I quickly covered my open mouth with the back of my hand before I could say, “No, his name is Toby, not Bill.”
We chatted for a few minutes and I hoped that she didn’t realize that I was ignoring her and staring at Not-Bill-but-Toby. A million questions zoomed through my brain. Why did he change his name? Was he in the Witness Protection Program? And most importantly, did he remember me? Did he miss me? Did he still think I was hot?
A few weeks later, by the grace of God, we we’re paired together in a Couple’s Golf Tournament. Again, I lusted after this Bill-not-Toby man. I found myself bumbling words and tripping over my putter as both my husband and my new friends were eyeing me with suspicion. It became obvious that something was not quite right, so I decided to ‘fess up to Nancy.
“Sorry, I’m so distracted and lusting after your husband.” I laughed trying to make light of things. “It’s just that he reminds me so much of a boyfriend from the past.”
Nancy laughed as if she heard this every day and immediately shared the information with Bill. He jumped on board and accepted my stories as if he’d read the script.
The four of us have since became the best of friends. Whenever we are together, Bill and I make sure to embrace each other warmly and laugh a little louder than “just friends” do. Our spouses go along with it, Nancy even introduces me to their friends as Bill’s past girlfriend. Together, Bill and I engage in story telling about our special times together 50 years ago; dances, the local pizza joint and the back seat of his ’65 Ford Fairlane. We’ve come up with some of the best tales, one could only wish they were true. We have convinced many people throughout the years that we are long lost lovers from our youth.
Recently, I came across a photo of Toby and myself at a high school dance. I shared it with Bill-not-Toby and he and Nancy were amazed at the resemblance. Maybe there is something to this “brother from another mother” thing.
Kyle Ann Robertson
Chief Writing Officer at Ifcorkscouldtalk.com and BBWalsh.com