Searching for Fly

About a week ago, I got an E-Mail from a girl that I went to college with. She was at least two, maybe three years behind me, and was somewhat involved with the College Historians, a group I presided over for a year. She's no fashion plate, but she's about the sweetest girl you'd ever meet, and every time I saw her I'd say "Yay, it's Veroneekahh!" (Not her real name, of course.)

Seeing as how I don't spend much time on campus anymore, I hadn't seen her since at least June, and more probably May. A couple of weeks ago, I got an E-Mail from her, and was delighted because I always enjoyed seeing her and chatting with her. I replied, and after about a week I got another this morning. It included this line:

Do you know how long it took me to find your address? forever, yep that's right, for-ev-er. I think that deserves a little credit, don't you?

Well, who would I run into on campus today, between the radio station and the history department, than Veronica? We chatted for a few minutes, she gave me a baggie with four cookies that she'd baked for the Psychiatry Club bake sale that she was unable to locate, and then we parted company. When we were talking about how she'd tracked down my E-Mail address, she said that she'd dug as deep as she could into her archived E-Mails, until she found an E-Mail from someone else who had been in the College Historians; as a matter of fact, he's the only guy I can say for a fact that I ever almost got into a fist fight with.

Pretty crazy, huh?