Last Wednesday I went in to interview for an academic program I'm planning to start this summer and it went well enough, I think. But the bloggable part is the program's coordinator, whom I've met once before and who struck me then, as she did now, as being the sixty-year-old version of Sarah Jane, the girl I wanted to marry in 1998.
I didn't, of course, and Lady Steed is undoubtedly a better match for me, but Sarah Jane appeared at a point in my life in such a way that I don't think I will ever forget her. Or, for that matter, her birthday or anniversary, more's the pity.
Not including this earily similar coordinator, I've only seen Sarah Jane twice since getting married--once at Mt. Timp on my birthday when I saw her wedding party (weird) and once at the library.
She's one of those very short girls who married someone very very tall.
Caren cassill (sp?)
Either working for a university in Idaho (reasonably possible)) or a porn star (extremely unlikely)
4/5/07 8:09 AM