I met Jack during college orientation the summer of 1993. I always chuckled at the saying love at first sight but in retrospect I will always remember feeling the electricity when he walked in the room and introduced himself.  In my head, I thought “who is this?” I couldn’t help but follow him with my eyes. At the time I thought he was way out of my league. I was inexperienced and from a strict family.

                When the semester started, we ended up being chemistry lab partners. I think that is where we started to get to know each other.  We always had a nice banter, some friendly threats and some periods where we didn’t talk.  He was the one I wanted to be with but never got the chance to do so for many reasons.

                During our 4 years we met up a few times to grab a meal.  He even came over to my house for a party. I remember that day I was so excited that my aunt said to me “Geez, you are in love.”  He was the first guy I ever slow danced with. When “Said I Love You, But I Lied” by Michael Bolton came on, he asked me to dance. I’ve been through marriage, divorce, another broken engagement etc but to this day when that song comes on it takes me back to that night in my living room with family around where we danced. I remember him saying to me that my mom was looking at us through the stairwell. As I write this blog entry, the song comes up on my playlist lol.

                We graduated college without ever exploring what I learned many years later was a mutual attraction.  I didn’t find out about that until a few years later after I got divorced and we reconnected for a brief period. That time also never resulted in anything but a few memorable moments we shared. He said I wasn’t warm and fuzzy. Truth be told my emotions were all over the place. We moved on with other people.  From time to time, I would wonder what ever happened to Jack.

                Jack re-entered my life a few weeks ago. He is divorced but not exactly in the same playing field as I am.  I think he is still maneuvering through his healing process which everyone needs to go through.  The thing about time. No matter how many years it has been, it is like time hasn’t passed.  As in Jack fashion, each time he enters my life, it is like an electric shock and all the feelings resurface. I don’t know what all of this means but the chemistry/connection that existed between us when were we college kids has not disappeared.  I guess only time will tell. That’s the thing about time.