Not an Emily

Tim Bayer

“It took 20 years and a series of chance events. Adjacent cubicles. Adjacent streets. An overheard comment. Then, 20 years passed me by, unaware that Cupid had targeted me. Sometimes you just get lucky. Serendipity. For me, it was an Emily.”—Tim Bayer

Won Over By Reality

By Tim Bayer

Serendipity.

Serendipity.

Tim Bayer

Editor’s Note: This love letter to Emily first appeared in Weekly Hubris in February 2018.

BRIGHTON New York(Weekly Hubris)—April 2020—It took 20 years and a series of chance events. Adjacent cubicles. Adjacent streets. An overheard comment. Then, 20 years passed me by, unaware that Cupid had targeted me. Sometimes you just get lucky. Serendipity.

For me, it was an Emily.

In 1987, Emily and I worked in the same company. At the time, Emily was engaged, and I was dating someone. Worth noting is that one of Emily’s closest friends, Liz, worked in a cubicle adjacent to mine. Also worth noting is that Liz and I lived in the same subdivision, just two streets apart.

A year or so after I started working at the company, Emily left and was married.

At about the same time Emily left, I broke up with the woman I was dating.

While at work some months later, I was chatting with a co-worker, Len, who knew that I was single again, and asked my thoughts about Karah, a fellow co-worker. Len was gently prodding me to ask her out on a date.

Note: The reason that this specific interaction is important is that the conversation in my cubicle was within easy ear-shot of Liz, Emily’s friend, and the conversation was overheard by Liz.

“I think you should ask her out,” suggested Len.

“No, probably not,” I replied.

“Why not?”

“Well,” I answered, “she’s a nice woman, but she’s not an Emily.”

I myself have no recollection of this conversation, but the important thing is that Liz remembered it. And she remembered it for 20 years.

After that year at work when the life tracks of Emily and I crossed, our paths diverged.

In the decades that followed, I never made a connection with the right person; never married.

Emily had three boys but, after 13 years of marriage, she and her husband divorced. To provide for her family, Emily went back to school, got a Master’s degree, and began working as a teacher.

This sets the stage for Liz, the woman with the 20-year old memory, who still lived two streets over from me in the same subdivision.

In the summer of 2008, while visiting Liz, Emily mentioned that she was thinking about reentering the dating world.

“Why don’t you call Tim Bayer?” said Liz.

“Why Tim?” asked Emily.

“Because, at work, he once said, ‘She’s a nice woman, but she’s not an Emily,’” replied Liz.

A few weeks later, Emily wanted to take her boys to a bike path for an afternoon ride. While researching routes, she found an article I’d written about the Genesee Valley Greenway. Remembering what Liz had said earlier that summer, Emily found my email address and sent me a message, which said, in essence: “Hi! Do you remember me?”

“Yes, I do!” was my typed reply while my brain silently responded, “You’re Emily!”

We met for coffee the day before Thanksgiving in 2008 and have been together ever since.

It took years for serendipity to work its magic.

Or, perhaps, for 20 years, my subconscious was softly whispering to me to keep moving on because, while there may be many nice women, there is only one Emily.

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About Tim Bayer

Tim Bayer, Webmaster, and Assistant Editor of Weekly Hubris, was born and brought up in Webster, New York. He attended St. Bonaventure University, earning a BS in Computer Science, and then worked in the hi-tech world. In 2002 he turned his creative energies to product development and video production with the release of his first independently produced products. When the demand for web site design (TBayer.com) and freelance writing increased, he once again switched skill sets . . . to writing and web work. An avid or, to be more accurate, rabid, disc golfer, he may often be found chasing plastic while in pursuit of the perfect round on a disc golf course, or designing and developing disc golf products for Demogrid.com. He says he tries to find the humor hidden in everyday experiences, because, “life is too important to be taken seriously.” (Author photo by Tim Bayer)
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4 Responses to Not an Emily

  1. Jennifer says:

    This sounds so sweet! Have you and Emily tied the knot after all this time?

  2. Tim Bayer says:

    Hi Jennifer,

    Thank you. Yes, married this past July.

    We transposed our arrangements because 2020 is the year of COVID-19. Instead of exchanging vows on the shore of Swiftcurrent Lake in Glacier National Park, it was in the backyard, wearing masks, with family members attending by zoom.

    Lots of people are improvising. Adapt and survive.

    More to the story: We were to be married in Glacier National park, because in 2018, that is where I asked Emily to marry me. On the way to Glacier in 2018, where I proposed, we had a notable event that I wrote about in this WH post: https://weeklyhubris.com/i-didnt-know-who-was-watching/

  3. Jennifer says:

    That is so nice! I read that story too, it sounds wonderful!

    Hope you are safe during this COVID time and can venture to Glacier National Park with Emily again!

  4. Tim Bayer says:

    Thank you, Yes, we are being careful and, thus far, successful at avoiding COVID.

    We rescheduled all of our plans so that we will be able to go to Glacier for an anniversary.

    I did have a COVID exposure requiring a self-quarantine. I wrote a WP post that lots of folks liked: https://weeklyhubris.com/self-quarantine-log/

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