I stopped in San Jose yesterday on my home after Christmas with the family and had lunch with E. We haven't seen each other face to face in over three years. Absolutely incredible. In fact, last time we got together was right before Jack and I became a couple.
Anyway, E was home from Jacksonville visiting his family for the holiday. We went to Erik's Deli (one of our favorite spots to go together) and chatted forever, catching up on one another's lives. We were laughing about our pact to be one another's fall-back. (You know, where if you and a friend aren't married by the time you're a particular age, you agree you'll marry each other.)
Well, we had decided the cutoff age would be 27. And my 27th birthday is in two days.
Two years ago, E called me on my 25th to wish me 'happy day' and eventually came around to a reminder about the pact. I hadn't thought of it in a while, to be honest. He clarified that engagement didn't count; one of us actually had to be married by 27 in order for the pact to be void. Interesting conversation since we were both seriously involved at the time - his gf had moved for him and Jack and I were living together.
So now, true to form, our timing is off. I'm single but E is living with his longtime girlfriend – his Naval career takes him all around the US and she's followed him to a few states (not all continental) - and he's singing a different tune. He says it will be a miracle if he makes it through next year - meaning, without being engaged. Yet, we're not talking wedding plans, so I guess the pact is off.
Guess I should have pulled a Phoebe and backed up my back up.
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