How did we meet?

 I remember a friend of mine in London who was forever asking me, "Where do you meet these people?"

He was jealous. 

I look at my friends over the years. Some I met at university. Some at school. A lot of my friends I met at work. Some at drama class. Some online. Some are friends of friends. Some people have become friends with through friends. Of course, there's the amazing people I've met on the writer's retreats I go to twice a year. Others I've met on holiday... dream group... fat club.... The list is endless. 

There are moments when I can remember the exact moment I met somebody. Others have just drifted into my life.  One friend I met at a job interview. I was interrogated as to whom was my favourite poet. I got the job. We remained friends.

And I can't remember when I first met Barney. He and Blarney had been going out for months before I met him. Can I remember where we actually met? No. 

As for Blarney, we met at work. But as with many introverts, I appear to have been taken on my her and stuck around, for that's how introverts make friends (get adopted by an extrovert - it happens all the time - the natural order of things 

I think I'm starting to think about origin stories. Just where did we meet? What were your first impressions? What happened next? 

And of course, memory is imperfect. 

It's something to investigate.

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