This morning G and I stopped to grab some iced coffee before heading off to sit by the river to enjoy this glorious holiday Monday. Just as we were leaving I heard a young woman tell the barrista, whom she obviously knew, that she was “going with Aaron tonight to play Trivial Pursuit.” I repeated this seemingly benign exchange to G who replied, “You might want to go back in there and talk to her!”
You see, our very first connection was over a game of Trivial Pursuit. A friend of mine invited me to go with a group of her friends, of whom G was one, to take part in a large game of TP. I was paired off with G as my teammate that night. And we kicked ass! So, you might say I fell in love with his brains. And…I did. He is really smart. In an absent-minded professor sort of way. As in a ‘he has no idea where he’s supposed to be when’ sort of way. As in….oh, sorry. Different blog post. So, he’s smart. But it wasn’t so much his brain I recall from that night. We were lying on our bellies on the floor around the game board and his leg touched mine. I mean brushed accidentally people. I can still feel the zing. CREEPY. And awesome. I probably blew that freaking history question, just saying. And his eyes, twinkling, intense,
penetrating…uh, piercing. And his faded Levis…ok, come on, I was nineteen you know!
So, really I guess it was the package deal. And I, of course, stunned him with my brilliance (minus the question I bombed when he touched my leg and I was stunned silent). I am very good at Trivial Pursuit. And I have been a pretty good partner in the Game of Life as it turns out. As G said this morning, ”You might want her to know that you played a game of TP 26 years ago and are about to celebrate your 25th anniversary with your game partner…”
Little did that young woman in Starbucks this morning know. She could be taking her whole life in her hands tonight. Just a game. Hah.