A lot of people I know have been invited recently to their various high school reunions. They all wonder whether they should go. And if the hair plugs will look natural in the next two months. It’s a hard question to answer, whether to go. I guess you have to ask yourself – how much do you want to see these people again? There’s always a risk. That cheerleader who snubbed you might not weigh more than a Ram Charger and the prom king may not be homeless. Romy & Michele might actually be doing better than you.
I’ve been to a couple of my reunions
(Go Taft!!). The last one I attended was my 25th. Interesting
dynamic. The statute of limitations on harboring feelings apparently
expires sometime around twenty years. It was okay to admit, after all
these years, that you had a crush on someone. If you admitted that to a
girl back in the day you left yourself open for a devastating
rejection. But now you probably make her night.
The years play
tricks on your memory. I encountered one girl who said she so
remembers fondly that period we were going out together. Only problem
is – we never went out. I
asked her but she blew me off. Big time. I have a VERY good memory
when it comes to girls who had nothing to do with me.
But this put me in a very odd position. She must have thought she actually did
go out with me. Why else would she leave herself open to me saying,
“What are you talking about? You treated me like shit!”? So I
figured she probably saw my name on TV and told people she knew me in
high school. And that evolved into we were friends and eventually we were a couple.
I decided to just be gracious and agree that it was a wonderful time.
as I walked away I thought, there had to be a better more pithy
response than that. A few minutes later I had it but of course it was
And then, an hour later, the exact same thing happened
with another girl! This time I was ready. I just smiled and nodded
when she told her friends what a blast we had together, how funny I
always was on our dates. The only time she really
laughed was when I asked her out. So I listened patiently and finally I
clasped her hands in mine and said, “You know, you were only the second
girl I ever slept with.” That jarred her memory. You should have
seen the look of puzzlement and horror on her face. Mission
accomplished, I kissed her on the cheek, wished her well, and moved on.
Sure you should go to your reunion. Where else are you gonna find moments like that?