"Large Irish Creme Please" I said smiling to the cashier.

"Well holy hell!"

I paused. I looked up from my handful of change where I had been arranging $2.00 plus tip to the cashier. "Huh?" I said confused. But she looked back at me, then behind me.

I turned around and was instantly filled with Shock.

Standing, Baby filled Baby Carrier, and as hot as ever was a girl I had dated in first year (well my second first year).

"Colum! How have you been?!."

I struggled. Jesus! What do I do? Do I mention the kid? Is it hers? F*ck it, here goes.

"How have I been? How have you been? What is this?!" I said smiling broadly, laughing and pointing at the child.

In a gesture of complete explanation she extended her Left hand. Bang! Wedding ring! Holy shit!

She had been in her last year last semester when we had met at a mixer I had crashed with a friend.

"You're married? Oh my god! Congratulations... And thanks for the head's up!" I said smiling. The story was immediately provided. It had been a really Small wedding at her husband's hometown in Connecticut. Family, bridesmaids and Best men only.

"Ok, I feel better. I said? Can I get you anything."

"Haha.. Sure, Irish Creme?" She asked the cashier.
"Excellent choice." I said, dumping my hard earned $4.25 into the cashier's waiting hands. My mind went through it's archives and Then the name rang home.

The husband was the guy she had broken up with a few days before I'd met her. After two dates Finals had slammed into session, he had put pressure on, I hadn't been looking for a relationship and both of us obsessed with getting straight A+'s had just faded out the term "us" and resumed friendly terms.

This was incredible. "Wow!? This is crazy. I haven't seen you in like 3 years, and now you're a hot mom." We had a Laugh.
....
"So too obsessed with getting the straight A's to get a haircut eh?" She snorted.

"Well I've been debating it. I've got a lot of stuff going on, plus factor in that my Girlfriend generally hates my haircuts and..."

"Girlfriend!? Do tell.. tell all."

I stumbled through my story, ignoring the horrible awkwardness of it all, A Sleeping child bundled to her chest, discussing my current love life in a crowded coffee shop.

"Well you know, it's completely understandable, why don't you try and keep the hair 2 or 3 shades off Airforce?" A shaggy haired hippy next to us laughed to himself.

"You're lucky. My response is censored for the sake of the child."I said smiling.

"You're a Nerd!" She laughed, coffee going up her nose again. "But then again, so am I. All of us geniuses are."

The conversation idled on until the coffees were drained.

"Well then Miss La... Err.. I mean Mrs Du... I'll hopefully be seeing you around."

"It was really great seeing you Colum, I'll give you a call, don't be a stranger."

Smiling we both went our separate ways.
I walked home, deep in thought.

You're starting to get old when you know people (Pentecostal or not) having planned families and making a mint. It's really time to get a move. I'm still in school!

This may be the most productive Christmas break ever.

....And maybe I should really switch coffee shops.