i pull up in my car, picking her up from work so we can go back to my parent's house and get dressed for trick-or-treating. she opens the door, smiles at me in that way that makes my heart thump and pulls out a baggie: "happy sowan!" she giggles and hands me some chocolates she reserved for me from her work. she hates working retail, but it has it's perks. her name is jessica and it's about 5 years ago.
whenever i think of halloween, i think of jessica, the girl i let break my heart too many times, and who, from time to time i find myself wondering about. how's she doing? who's she with? she never really felt anything for me, and that's ok, but i still miss her -- even though i know full well how terrible she was for (and to) me.
but onto happier memories.
i took my first step in adult halloween life tonight. andrea and i chapperonned a bunch of little kids around the queen east neighbourhood in our own outfits and got to check out the impressive displays and chat with the parents. it was kinda neat actually, like seeing your whole childhood experience from a new angle. screaming children aside, it was a very nice night.
my costume? i was a metrosexual, complete with suit & tie, cellphone, concrete hair, swanky walk and a power lunch. sadly though, no one outside of those who already knew me recognised it as a costume... i suppose this shouldn't be a surprise, but it's still rather sad and a bit disturbing.