This is a followup to my post about receiving the contact info of a very long ago girlfriend, Amy. You can read the first post here.
You knew, of course, thoughtful Reader that I would contact her. But how would I open it? We are talking 4 decades since any type of contact. Rachel asked in the last post if I had tried to find her on Facebook. I had, of course, many years ago. Google searches in the past revealed a bit of her professional life, but nothing significant on a personal level.
And let’s remember, she had never tried to contact me, and my online profile while not outlandlishly extensive, is not hidden either. So she obviously had never felt the need to initiate any sort of contact.
I stared at the sheet with all the contact information.
I tried to be logical.
Did I WANT to contact her?
What was I expecting in response?
Unknown. At minimum a friendly “hello” and perhaps a brief email catching up after all these years. At maximum? BIG unknown. I’d just go with the flow.
What if she doesn’t answer?
Well, that would be an answer, wouldn’t it?
If I heard nothing back within a week or 10 days, would I try again?
I started writing the email. The first line was extremely lame.
“Hello Amy! Perhaps you might remember me. But then again, perhaps not.”
Lame in so many ways … most glaringly in the fact that I knew full well she would remember me. But I hoped she would take it in the vein it was intended … jocularly.
The rest of the email was rather nondescript … mentioning that her contact info had been given me by my friend who encountered her by chance in a hospital emergency ward. And I hoped the years had been kind.
I sent it off.
Then I relaxed a bit. And wondered how long I would wait for a response. If even there would be one.