Hey. Has anybody ever been haunted by old boyfriends? Ever since Thanksgiving, I've been seeing men who remind me of my old boyfriend, Greg, from way back in 1980. Just the other day, when I was with my cousin's wife, Rita, we went out to lunch at Max and Erma's Restaurant at the new shopping center. The minute that I walked into the dining area I noticed some guy who looked at me as if I looked familiar. I wondered if I knew him, and it reminded me of Greg. He looked as if he could had been him: aged 25 years later, he still had the dark brown hair, but it looked like most guys' hair when they're 46 years old. I had sat with my back against the wall where I could see the dining area and I had the perfect view of him. I kept peeking over Rita's arm so I could get an idea if it was him or not. Before I knew it, he leaned way over and looked at me! Of course my eyes followed and I looked back at him, which made me feel as if he might have been punishing me for eyeing him or maybe it dawned on him that it could have been an old girlfriend from his youth. After a while he and his friend got up and left and walked right past me. I didn't look at him though. All I did was cover up my left hand which had one of my rings on my finger, so that he didn't think I was married, and had my beautiful diamond ring showing on top of my other hand. Afterwards, I felt embarassed because my hair wasn't washed. But I think he could had smelled my perfume.
Just recently before that day, my mother and I was out to lunch at Steak n' Shake at the Cincinnati Mills area. It was after the party at the table just left of us had departed, that I noticed a young girl with way long brown hair sit down. I thought she had beautiful hair and started to wish I had my long locks of hair back on my head too that I had chopped off this past summer. Anyway, I went to pay the bill and came back to Mom and started to put on my sweater. I was standing after I asked Mom if she was ready to go, and as I turned around I saw the side of the face of this man who looked exactly like Greg when he was young in the booth with the little girl. This man had the dark brown hair, and a mustache. I stopped and looked for a couple seconds and wondered if it could had been him. But I didn't say anything since he didn't turn around and say anything. As I drove off I kept looking back through the windows to see him, but all I could keep seeing was the side of his face.
Another ghost of time past hit me when I was at Frisch's Big Boy Restaurant: twice! The first time was about one or two years ago. I was sitting at a booth by the east window with my sister. At this time I had my long hair, but I was not wearing my glasses, which meant that I was half blind and couldn't see very far. I didn't notice, but this couple came in - a man and some young blonde-haired woman. After the waitress seated them, the man came towards my table, looking at me, but I was too busy talking with my sister, Vivian. That man kept looking at me. And when I didn't smile at him or bothered to notice him, he just got disgusted and acted like he wanted to say something but didn't, then he walked on to the salad buffet where his woman friend followed him to. I'm not sure if he was mad because I didn't say anything, or if it was because I had sent him e-mails in the past telling him I'd always love him and a letter in the mail saying how God blessed me and that if he was ever available again I'd be interested in seeing him. Don't know which one it could had been. The second time I saw him at Frisch's Restaurant was about a few months ago. I was with my sister again. As I was following the waitress to the booth, there was a voice in the back of my head saying "Greg's here, Greg's here..." because I saw a brown-haired man sitting with his family to the left. Well, when I sat down, Vivian decided to go to the lady's room and leave me all alone. I was scooting over and had my eyes shut for some reason. And when I opened them, I saw a woman with long brown hair, who was at the table with the man, walk towards a couple of booths infront of me. Then she stopped and grinned at me for a brief second and then looked out the window. I was puzzled as to why she did that. Then it dawned on me: maybe it just could had been Greg and his family. Gee, hope they're all not mad at me.
If anything good has come out of this, I'd have to say it is the fact that Jesus has answered my prayers and has truly saved me. Now if He will only save me from the wrath of Greg and his family if they were mad at me..... Savior, Save me.
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