A preponderance of birthdays

My mother was born on March 26th.

My boyfriend in college was born on March 26th.

My friend from the dance department was born on March 26th.

Then there was the guy I met at the Dream Syndicate show who was born on March 26th.

Then there was this paralegal in the law firm where I worked who I used to send saltines to in the inter-office mail who was born on March 26th.

Then there was this guy in NYC who gave me his number and I didn't call for a few weeks and then realized I had his number and called him around 10 o'clock one night.  He said "Ya know, it's my birthday, and you're the first person to give me a call."  It was March 26th.

Each of these relationships had elements of complexity and coincidence that went beyond the scope of this blog and beyond their shared birthdays.