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On Saturday morning, I stood in front of the mirror, stricken with indecision.
My question: What do you wear to brunch with the first guy you ever kissed? A guy you haven"t seen for 18 years?
Last week, just as I was despairing that I"d never manage to fulfill my plan of going out with 10 guys before Christmas, I got one of those out-of-the blue, one-in-a-million e-mails.
"Hello. Are you the Bridget Harrison who went to school in London?" it read. "If so, I think I know you. We went on a ski trip together. I live in New York, too."
I recognized his name immediately.
We were 14 when we last met. It was in the Alps on a school trip.
He was cute, with curly brown hair and hazel eyes.
We"d all congregated in someone"s room and glugged back buckets of booze. Then I nervously took the plunge.
I have a dim memory of us making out for hours on someone else"s bunk bed - until a boy who was smooching my friend caught his ear in an electric socket and had to be taken to the hospital.
I looked at his e-mail and saw that he now worked for a major international development organization - which gave me a small thrill.
I wrote back right away to tell him I was, indeed, that Bridget Harrison. He e-mailed back suggesting brunch.
Of course, this wasn"t a date, though I spent the morning of our brunch maniacally trying on jeans, miniskirts, boots and sneakers.
Let"s face it: when a guy"s last memory of you was as a fresh-faced kid, you want to turn up looking your best.
More to the point, after almost two decades of hard living - three of those years in Manhattan - how different was I from the mousy, freckled girl I was as a teen?
He suggested we meet at Schiller"s on the Lower East Side, saying that if we had to wait for a table, we could sit at the bar and sink some Bloody Marys - which pleased me greatly.
By the time I got to the door of the caf? my hands were shaking with nerves.
But, still, I told myself, he was probably an old bore by now. I remembered he"d been top of his class, so he was bound to have grown up into a square workaholic.
We saw each other right away. He was standing at the bar in a nice shirt and jeans. His hazel eyes were surprisingly familiar - and they were still very cute.
"Bridget, you look exactly the same!" he said. It was the perfect hello. (Whether he meant it, I"ll never know).
Whenever I see old friends from way back, I always find two things amazing.
Firstly, that people whom I knew only as students are now doing such grown-up jobs.
Secondly, despite the fact that I feel like I"ve grown up into a worldly woman, I find I still behave in the same way I did as a teenager.
With this guy, it was no different. The shy boy I dimly recalled from the Alps was now advising governments on wildlife conservation.
And he told me his first memory of me was how we had walked home after bowling, and I had talked the entire time - a trait I certainly haven"t lost.
He also remembered that after we"d smooched, I"d refused to sit next to him on the way home because I wanted to hang out with my girlfriends instead. Yes, that sounded very much like me too.
But things between us were even weirder still. It turned out our lives were riddled with coincidences.
I was his first kiss. (We both went red when he admitted this.)
We had an undergraduate degree in exactly the same thing - geography. We had both done masters degrees in development.
We had moved to New York within a month of each other and both lived on 14th Street.
I"d always dreamed of working for a development charity. He was at the top of his field.
He also was about to jet off to Nepal and Bhutan to visit a couple of conservation projects. He was going to meet some people in Nepal who I had once visited for a school project.
He was due to leave for his monthlong trip the following week. I, too, was going on a trip - to Tibet - the same day.
In fact, if Match.com had sorted through every single member, I doubt it would have come up with a better pairing.
But then, of course, we weren"t on a date.