Yesterday I was in the Internet place sending an email to a friend because I was feeling down.

Really down.

The lowest low of my trip.

It was induced by feeling like I didn't fit in with the group I was traveling with and more importantly, a romantic rejection. A rejection after the world's shortest romance- clocking in at maybe a week.

Rejection is always hard to take. Rejection when you feel out of place and disconnected and don't have your friends around you telling you how great you are is really really hard to take.

It really put me into a bad place. I wasn't actually sure I was going to recover.

Then, as I was sitting there, a guy walked in and I thought I recognized him.

I knew I didn't recognize him from my travels and I thought maybe he was from San Francisco.

After I finished emailing, I walked up to him and asked if he was from SF.

Nope. East Coast.

OK. Where on the EC?

Vermont.

Really. I went to school in VT. UVM.

Me too.

What year did you graduate?

1995.

Me too. I guess that is how I know you.

I wasn't friends with this guy. As I waited for him to finish up, I realized that I was on Student Governement with him. I saw him once a week for 9 months but I don't think I ever spoke directly to him.

And, it was 12 years ago and back then he didn't have a travel beard.

I actually remember something he said during a debate about whether there should be shuttle service from the Redstone Campus to the Main Campus. That is my only memory of him, yet I recognized him at an Internet cafe in Cambodia.

Very strange.

It was as though he was sent to help cheer me up. Someone with something in common with me. Someone my age. But not someone who I knew so well that I could use him as a crutch.

When I was in Bolivia, I was at my lowest of lows and I was about to take a bike trip down the "most dangerous road in the world". When I arrived to start the day, a woman I had worked with two years before was on the trip.

I hadn't even know she was traveling.

It is definitely cosmic. There is no other explananation.

Ironically, I was looking at the recent entries of other bloggers on bootsnall and one of them was written about taking that bike trip.

It is weird how it all just intertwines.

The name of the guy I met was Seth. I was leaving Siem Reap and he was just arriving, but I will see him again at my 10 year reunion in June.

He only has a short time left and I didn't want to wait for him because I think an actual physical movement is essential to an emotional moving on.

And so, I am back in Phenom Phen and heading south.