A couple years later there was a coworker named Ryan who I worked with & interacted with regularly for about ten years or so. I would say he became a pretty good friend & was noticeably attractive. He was a very light person, friendly & easy to be around for everyone. We were young at the time & got together with other coworkers as mutual friends who were around the same age as us. A couple times he had parties at his house. During this time period we were just a couple years out of highschool. One night Ryan and I had a night out when we were around the age of twenty, just the two of us. He took me to a local bar that he was familiar with and we played pool and had a great time. On the way home, the song Kokomo, by The Beach Boys started playing in the car & we were smiling & singing it. It was one of the happiest, lightest few moments of my life & I always think of him & that fun night when I hear that song now. I kind of liked him then, but the timing wasn't right. He was seeing someone. But that night was a blast. We had a few moments that were kind of tender between us then I never really thought much more about it & we went back to just being casual, light work friends. A few yrs later we went to a Bon-Jovi concert with a couple coworkers. It was one of the absolute best concerts I've been to & best times!
Eventually after our first ten years or so of adulthood, we stopped working together and so our paths no longer traveled.
I now have a young daughter in her early 20's. They ran into each other at a store and he said hello to her and asked her if she is Jenny's daughter. She was caught off guard but not totally surprised because we look a lot alike, especially with the way I looked in my early twenties. She said to me, "Mom, a friend of yours named Ryan said to tell you Hi and recognized you because of me."
Or was it because of some magic in that old ouija? Either way, that little hi & recognition for whatever reason, made my day. And it was only in him strangely recognizing my daughter after all these years that made me think of the ouija board going to his name when I was a teen. The chances of an old coworker friend from that long ago recognizing my now grown daughter today through similar looks are pretty amazing, I think.
The ouija may not have been accurate way back then, *although perhaps it could have been had either of us had the maturity level or willpower that we were both very much lacking, -it did seem to pick up on the connection of an upcoming friend.