When we met:
She was a soon-to-be divorced mother of 3.
I strove to be a childless old maid.
She was from a huge close-knit Southern family in Louisville, KY.
I was from a sprawled-out Yankee family.
She took the Management route.
I took the Union route.
She got remarried.
I got married.
She had another kid.
I got another dog.
She once taught me to properly pronounce Louisville ("say it like your mouth's full of marbles").
I probably didn't teach her anything, and if I did she probably wouldn't want to admit it in polite company.
Anyway, we have been corresponding just a little on Facebook ('cause just a little is all the Facebook I can understand) and I happened to mention that I was coming to Waco Texas for a few days. She said she was going to Waco too. We met up, we had dinner, we talked like we hadn't seen each other in 20 days, not 20 years.
I could probably hate her for still being young and cute, but she's just too young and cute to hate!
It was great to see you, Becky...let's not wait so long next time!