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" When I woke up his morning, I had a mini-freakout when I realized that 1) I&amp;#039;m moving on Friday and still have so much left to do and 2) I&amp;#039;m getting married in seven months, and still have so much to do. Since I&amp;#039;m in a good place work-wise, I decided to take a mental health day. And I&amp;#039;m so glad that I did. While my to-do list for the wedding is at least a mile long, I was able to put a huge dent in the packing side of things.  Wedding planning and packing for a move aren&amp;#039;t really noteworthy things worth blogging about in and of themselves, but this is: I spent two hours this afternoon Googling all my ex-boyfriends. And I mean all of them. And feeling weirdly nostalgic about them. And then wondering just WTF I was doing. And then calling Jane, my married lady barometer. &amp;quot;OMG, that totally happened to me before I got married,&amp;quot; she gushed. &amp;quot;I did it like every day.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Why?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It was the whole Sliding Doors theory.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sliding doors?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That Gwyneth Paltrow movie?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;The British one that came out in like 1996?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;98, I think.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;The one that no one saw except for you?&amp;quot; Jane sighed. &amp;quot;People saw it, K. It was critically-acclaimed. Anyway, do you know the premise of the movie?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No. No one does. It didn&amp;#039;t even crack one million at the box office opening weekend.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Step away from the Google, K.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I get what you&amp;#039;re saying, though. So you became obsessed with what your life could be if you weren&amp;#039;t getting married?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Exactly.&amp;quot; Around 6:00, Brad got home from work. &amp;quot;What are you doing tonight?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;Wanna hang out?&amp;quot; He did. We ordered pizza, he helped me tape boxes, and while we got ready to eat, we decided to watch a movie. And what do you know? Sliding Doors just happened to be on Netflix streaming. After convincing Brad that no, it wasn&amp;#039;t a chick flick, and yes, the critics loved it, we cracked open a couple of beers, left the pizza box on the table for easy access, and watched it.  When the movie was over, Brad seemed thoughtful. I assumed he was doing what I was, which is reviewing all of the insignificant-seeming decisions I&amp;#039;d made that had led to my meeting someone in my life. What if I hadn&amp;#039;t decided to take myself out to lunch the day Ben and I had officially met? Or what if I&amp;#039;d gone an hour earlier or later? One of us might have met someone else before we&amp;#039;d had the chance to meet each other. It&amp;#039;s fascinating to think about how different your life could be based on nothing more than chance. &amp;quot;You know, I&amp;#039;ve never been a huge Gwyneth fan,&amp;quot; Brad said thoughtfully. &amp;quot;But she&amp;#039;s actually pretty hot. I never noticed before.&amp;quot; Clearly I gave Brad too much credit in the deep-thinking department. Posted at 10:41 PM "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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