So I looked through all of the travel brochures for student travel and finally settled on one that met my criteria for price, length, and location. I was going to take 50 high school girls to Paris, Provence and Barcelona. YIKES!
As it turned out, the company that offered the package I liked was the one I'd gotten the phone call from.
You know, the phone call.
Determined not to make any more out of the feeling I'd had about that person on the other end, I decided to call and pretend I'd just perused their catalog and decided to plan one of the trips they offered, making no mention of the aforementioned phone call.
I got the receptionist and did just that. Didn't mention my name, didn't mention the call. She told me she'd connect me to a consultant and put me on hold.
Well, you can guess what happened, right?
It was him.
So weird.
There was nothing really significant about him other than the fact that he was really funny and over the course of the first few months we were working on the trip, we started talking and emailing more and more about ourselves.
He lived in Boston, and as it turned out, he'd written a bestselling novel.
Pretty cool.
We talked on a regular basis - usually not about the trip - and after a few months, when a coworker of mine in Pennsylvania asked if I'd like to go to Boston with her, I met him for lunch.
Nice guy. No sparks.
But, I loved Boston.
Loved it!
And I started getting one of those feelings again.
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