Thirty-Year-Plan

My Thirty-Year-Plan is getting married.  So... there goes my plan.  And since I'm nearing thirty myself (not tomorrow... but soon, nonetheless) I figured I should pay homage to him (and he may or may not read this blog - so I'll be nice).  :-)

Thirty-Year-Plan

The timing was never quite right with Thirty-Year-Plan.  I think I met him literally seconds after I met Jim - the best/worst thing ever to happen to me and whom I've chosen not to write about just yet.  So like I said, the timing wasn't right at first meeting.  Hell, I wasn't right at first meeting.  (Umm... college party, anyone?)  I'm pretty sure it was because of my altered state that I was able to meet him at all.  I'm not sure how we actually started talking, but I know that I decided early-on in the conversation that TYP was going to be my new best friend.  And that was that.

We had our Tuesday Night Movie Club (which lasted for, I believe, two weeks).  He listened to me talk about my new boyfriend (begrudgingly).  He let me paint his nails (also begrudgingly... and I have the pictures to prove it).  He hooked up with my (female) best friend (which was a funny story in and of itself, but is not mine to tell).  And he patiently waited in the wings (aside from the BFF hookup) playing his own version of Survivor - trying to Outwit, Outplay, Outlast - the new boyfriend, Jim.

And he did outlast Jim... in theory.  But TYP dated other people during the meantime - so when I became single, he was not.  The timing was never right.  So we made a pact - if we were both single in ten years (age 30) - WE would get married.  And why not?  All of the pieces fit... except the timing.

But I left college shortly thereafter, and only saw TYP one more time during a visit a year or so later.  Since then, we've kept in touch thanks to MySpace and now Facebook.  Every once in a while, I'll get a random text or phone call and my mind goes back.  And every once in a while, a picture of him and his new fiancee shows up on my newsfeed and I realize... that train has sailed (*sigh* Austin Powers reference).

But I'm happy for him.  And although our conversations are not as frequent, I still get butterflies when I see a message from him in my inbox.  I wish him nothing but the best with his fiancee, but I can't help but have the slightest bit of jealousy... because for the past eight years or so... that was me.

His un-official fiancee.

His Thirty-Year-Plan.