Matchmaker, matchmaker

What would you do if you saw someone you knew on match.com? An ex? Someone you went to school with?

One night Amy and I were browsing match for just these types and find them. Amy finds an ex and I find this guy I went to school with.
During my first stint at GCCC there was a guy in my radio classes, JP we'll call him, 'cause that's his name. JP liked attention I guess, he talked with a fake Australian accent, we all knew it was face, yet he still went on insisting it was real. Occasionally, when he would slip up and not accentuate words enough, or at all, and someone would call him on it, he would just say he'd been in the states so long that the accent comes and goes. Then we would talk about him behind his back, good times. Don't get me wrong though, other than this weird reach for attention, he could be a really nice guy when you spoke with him one-on-one.

Maybe a couple weeks later after finding him on match.com, Amy and I are on a quest for pizza and stop at Gumby's, which seemed to be the only pizza place open after 10 on a Friday night, weird. We go in and I immediately recognized the guy behind the counter and he clearly recognizes me because he begins to speak in a well out-of-practice fake Australian accent. Gumby's just has a tiny lobby—it's not a dine-in restaurant, so we're cornered. I don't let on that I know him and don't have an opportunity to say to Amy, "this is that guy." So he slips up on a word and Amy calls him out, he shrugs it off. I'm having such a hard time trying not to laugh. When I get the chance, I text Amy and it's good I did because she thought he looked familiar and almost asked him how she knew him.

So we leave and we're both cracking up as we walk back to the car. Of course, we're talking about him and there he is standing behind the building talking to a coworker. I don't think he heard us and the laughter resumed with added hilarity once we were safely in the car.