I met Jeff soon after I moved to the city and I immediately rubbed him the wrong way. I don't exactly remember what I said, or why, but I got under his skin. Unfortunately for him, we would run into each other a fair amount over the next seventeen years. Fortunately for me, I always got along with his girlfriend, Beth.
Sometimes I thought it was funny that Jeff seemed ever annoyed with me. Sometimes it really bothered me. Though I eventually came to accept it. Again, I always got along well with Beth.
Jeff was at Jimbo's barbecue (wow, I'm mentioning it a third time!). I knew he would be there, and wondered how we'd get along in a relatively enclosed space.
It went great. Everyone got along. I'd like to think I'm in Jeff's good graces now. People like to say that they don't care what other people think of them. Do I? It depends on the person. When the person is a close friend of your close friend, and someone you run into every so often, I'd rather they liked me. I'll admit it.
However Jeff felt about me, I always liked him.
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