When we were still in college, Eddie was never shy about telling the stories of his past. Specifically, he enjoyed solemnly telling the story of how he dated Katrina during freshman year. I won’t get into the details because it’s not for me to tell, though I’m sure he’d gladly tell it again if you asked him. But basically, they met, they liked each other, they entered a relationship and it ended abruptly with Eddie having a dream/vision of God telling him “Eddie, I need you to be single right now.”; to which Eddie reluctantly obeyed.
Fast forward four years where Eddie and I are roommates. We’re having tea with friends and I’ve finished hearing Eddie’s story for the third or fourth time. As he finished, this time I couldn’t help but think:
“Your story doesn’t have to end here Eddie”
I didn’t say it out loud, but perhaps I should have for the drama factor. Rooming together, Eddie and I learned we were both hopeless romantics. Every now and then we’d come up with the silliest situations where one of us would be able to find that special someone. For Eddie, sometimes a scenario would be dreamt up where he’d get back together with Katrina. And it was only with those scenarios where Eddie would let out a big sad sigh and say “but that’ll never happen”.
Enter Josh and Operation Cheesy Cat
A small opportunity would arise in the form of an alumni friend visiting. For whatever reason, I took charge and tried to get everyone together for dessert. It was a shot in the dark, but I used this to reach out to the architecture majors (one of them being Katrina) in hopes that I could coerce them to come out. After I made the Facebook event and everything, an idea popped into my head. If the stars aligned, I could use this to get Eddie back together with Katrina; or at least get them in contact with one another again. With little to no responses from the architects, I bugged Eddie to text her.
“I deleted her number a long time ago” he said.
That didn’t stop me. I got her number from a friend and texted Eddie this:
He declined; he refused to do it. I’d say the plan was falling apart, but honestly this whole thing was tenuous at best. It relied heavily on Katrina physically being there for anything to happen. In the end, it was a failure. We still had a good time hanging out with the grade though.
Take note that I tried.