Bumping into the beginning

Happy birthday Rob!

Afterwork we walked to the F train and who do I see walking into Home Depot but my 7th grade crush, Jeanette R.
I've only seen her once since highschool. In 7th grade I knew she was the one. I angonizingly wrote her the most perfectly romantic killer love letter. After living in my back pocket for weeks, I gathered the strength to give it to her in person. My love could not be contained. I walked up to her as she was coming out of 4th period Social Studies. I handed her my future on paper. My life would change from this point forward. She read it. Looked at me and then ripped it up. UGGggggghhhh! Flash forward quickly 5 years. My younger brother is in her art class. They're constantly bickering. In an impressionistic rage, he states, "My brother is going to kick your ass!" She turns to him and smartly says, "No he won't! Because he luuuuuvveeeess me." Ugggghhh! Flash forward 20 years, I'm walking home, and hear, "Hey Henry! It's Jeanette R. Remember me? Get in the car. I'm double parked." We drive and reminisce. I look at her. Dark hair, dark eyes. pretty. Hmmm. Wait a second. Every girl that I've been attracted to since have had long dark hair and dark eyes. It dawns on me that I've been chasing the girl that got away. It's you. I want to tell her but she hardly knows me. The conversation were having now in the car is the longest we've ever talked with each other. She would freak if I told her what an effect she's had on my life. My life did change when I gave her that love letter. But to resonate like this? I need therapy. But flash forward to today and she's standing there and I debate if I should tell her that I'm having a birthday party this Friday. I decide not to and although I really don't really know her, I hug her goodbye anyway. She waves goodbye at Rob but he follows my lead and leans it to give her a big heartfelt bear hug. The surprised look on her face matched mine. What?! Uh. sure. Okay?! We exchange email and go on with our lives.
When I get home I decide to email her an eVite. Why not? How could I not invite the person who's had such an indirect impact on my life. She probably won't come anyway. We're strangers. The next morning, I see that she RSVPs yes that she's coming. It's gonna be weird.