I decided to ignore the journals for now. It was like I was a new me, meeting new people and starting over. So far I hadn’t had any issues. It’s not like I knew a ton of people, most people just have a close circle of friends and that’s it. I had started getting to know my co-workers again, but they all knew my deal so they were a bit more forgiving me not remembering their names. They had of course done the few obligatory pranks on me, but if I was in their shoes I would have been on those as well.
I even had some random friends from the past who saw what happened on facebook reach out to me. For them it was catching up after a decade or so, for me it was on a few months or at most a couple years. They filled me in on some things that’s happened. Maybe I didn’t need to read my journals after all.
I sat in Innanna’s for a quick after work coffee. Innanna was the name of the coffee shop owner who had the near supernatural ability to know everyone’s order. She knew a little of what happened to me, but like everyone in my life she did not have any details of the accident, just knew it happened. I had asked her about Cole, but she only said it wasn’t her place to speak about it. So I’m guessing it didn’t end well whatever Cole and I had.
I sipped my pumpkin spiced chai latte as I people watched. I had my phone ignored on the table in front of me. Everywhere I looked people were glued to their phones. It was insane how much people relied on their phones now. Phones were handy and all, but I hadn’t quite gotten to the obsessive levels that everyone else was at.
There was one person who wasn’t on his phone. He still held it in his hand but wasn’t staring intently at it. He was staring at me instead. He looked familiar, really familiar. It took me a few seconds before I recognized him.
Ben smiled big with his dazzling perfect teeth.
“I was wondering if you’re recognize me. I heard you lost your memories or something.”
“I didn’t lose all my memories, just a lot of them.” I said laughing. Finally, someone I remembered. Ben was my boyfriend. Well, he was my boyfriend when I last remembered. He wasn’t anywhere around since the accident so I made assumptions that it ended at one point.
Ben got up and walked over to my booth and gave me a quick hug before sitting across from me. Now that he sat across from me, he hadn’t changed that much. His normal dark chestnut short hair had hints of grey on his temples and stubble on his jaw and chin. His once smooth skin around his eyes had a few lines now and overall had a few more pounds on him.
The thing that made me not recognize him at first was his hair, not the color, but the cut. His hair was nearly to his shoulders with what Eloise had explained to me was called a ‘man bun’ on top.
Back in my day… back when I last remember, men who had hair that way were referred to as skaters or hippies. He didn’t look bad with his long hair and man bun, but it was definitely different. My last memory of him was in his work suit getting drinks with me, and now he wore tight dark jeans, white t-shirt, brilliant white Keds, and a large patterned scarf around his neck.
“How are you doing?”
“Good, It’s nice to see a face I actually remember for once, instead of me constantly having to introduce myself to people who apparently know me. So, what have you been up to?”
“This and that. Working hard.”
“Are you still in real estate?” I said looking at his outfit.
“Nah, Got out of the corporate grind and opened up my little bike shop over on Ocean Boulevard.”
“No fixed gear bicycles. Its called ‘Fixies’. I’ve managed to collect a large assortment of old school cycles from when they were first made. They just don’t make them like they used to.” He ended wistfully.
“Oh cool.” I said because I really had no idea what else to say. I was pretty sure fixed gear bikes were what we used as kids when learning to ride bikes. But if that was his passion then who was I to judge?
“You should totally stop by! I could hook you up with a great deal. Let me grab your number so we can hook up later.”
“Ok sure.” I pulled a card out of my purse and handed it to him. I hadn’t quite memorized my phone number yet and my cards had it on them. He reached for it with his hand lingering slightly on mine before he brought the card to his lips and kissed it seductively before placing it in his pocket. It was a bit weird and made me slightly uncomfortable. I was already regretting giving him my card. Though this guy I dated for over six months ten years prior so he couldn’t have changed that much.
“Well, love, I must be on my way.”
I smiled quickly at him as he left the coffee shop. Innanna appeared with another drink for me and leaned in.
“He’s no good.” she said quickly as she stood up to leave.
“Why?” I asked but she just shook her head knowingly.