I had this dream Friday night about a High School Reunion. Mine. But this year, not some other year not some rightfully 10'd year or something. I ran into my old High School Prom Date. We were in the auditorium. We talked. It was really really cool how honest we could be with each other.
I told him how his hard-on while we were dancing freaked my shit out.
He told me that in Junior High School when I found out he had a crush on me, and I told a friend of his to stop talking to me, how it hurt his feelings.
I forgot to mention that when we were friends in 6th grade (the whole class was in that silly math/sci-fi competition and we were taking math tests to see who scored the highest, teams were based on scores) that it really pissed me off that he rated first and I was second and he ended up choosing me for his flight team, rather than let me lead a team of my own.
But aside from all of that, I woke up with this idea that I should google him. Find him and let him know that there were so many silly and stupid memories of the past, and maybe it was time to move on from that and find a friendship, or at least some time to talk to each other beyond all of that. So I googled him and turns out he is a lawyer in the city I grew up.
I went to the law firm site and found a link to e-mail him. I sent this fabulous catch-up note, details and highlights from my life. Then I hit, "sent."
It wasn't until after I hit that button that I realized that the note might end up getting sent to a pool of lawyers rather than the exact one I sent the email to (it had an email link with his picture and then it made me fill out a form...ugh!). Still and all, Saturday morning dawned bright and clear and I went to check my email.......zip, nada, zilch.
Well, he might not work on the weekends, I mean he is a lawyer but in Spokansas after all. He might get weekends off. So Monday morning.....check the email. Nothing. Hmmm, that might be wrong. Check again.
NO-THING. No new thing, get over it, he thinks you are the majorist dipshit ever.
Ok, so get home from work. You know, maybe he didn't get your email first thing in the morning. I am sure he is as excited as you are to keep in touch.
Well, whatever, I am apparently solo in the strange catch-up dream category and he finds me the utmost in loserville. There was no email and I turn out to be pure asshole in the twilight zone of memory. That or not even worth pity or hatred.
I am heartily disappointed. So much so that I refuse to post a picture of my horrible High School Prom. Not horrible due to date, just horrible because I looked like ass.
Just a quick reminder: Yo "E" I loved the night we spent with all of my friends' at J's house, after the prom watching bad 80's movies and not getting the slightest bit of sleep. I do admit to being the slightest bit disappointed that you never tried to kiss me when you brought me to the door of my parents' house some 6am later. Still, life got about 8 zillion times better AFTER High School for me, and I certainly hope for you as well.
I wish you all the best (but I will more than likely hold a grudge if you don't have some better excuse than a vacation for why you never emailed me back).
best, k
Posted by kerewin at September 20, 2004 11:21 PM