
I do like the ones from BHG better though. One number per pillow in a cool font. I have a bench in front of my house, I think I might just have to make that a fall project! Or what a fun housewarming gift for someone!
Except, without the black turtleneck, and jeans instead of camel slacks, but you get my drift.
He actually does call me back and I go meet him at "the shimmy." That's the one-of-a-kind pizza restaurant that everyone has to go to when they are back in town. I walk in to find him, his wife (who is 9 years younger by the way) and his father (who is a family friend of my parents). This is going to be good...I am thinking.
He sees me immediately upon my entering, walks over and shoots a huge good-to-see-you smile, and gives me a hug...melting...he.gave.me.a.hug. I don't think I ever touched him in high school. As we sit, they tell me they ordered a dream (like McDreamy???) pizza and would that be ok? I say no, I will just have a salad (damn cleanse) and stare across at the table at him. He is looking hot with a green tee-shirt and khaki shorts. He has put on a few pounds, but well, so have I (at least I have 2 children to show for it). His wife is cute in a waify-26-year-old-merely-a-child-with-no-boobs sort of way.
He starts asking me about my family, the kids, my husband, and, well...he is looking at me. Like LOOKING at me. Intently listening to my every word and looking directly into my eyes sort of way. SHIT! Once I realize this, I can no longer make eye contact with him because I am like "why are you looking at me that way?" I mean he was directly looking into my eyes and almost hanging on my words. I kind of had a flip-floppy stomach over it all. His wife was right there for gosh sake!
Lunch was great, conversation was great, and we all walked out. We said our goodbyes, hugged again, and off I went in my Volvo station wagon, looking like Jackie O.
I think I am making a big deal out of nothing, but I can't help thinking about why he was looking at me like that. Maybe he is just a really good, direct eye-contact person like that. Maybe I looked just like I did in HS and he couldn't believe his eyes. Maybe he regrets not keeping in better touch.
Who knows, but all I know is that it was fun, and we'll keep in touch now. And I will keep thinking about those eyes...
Stay tuned for what are sure to be many more 20-year reunion happenings!
No, this isn't DD, but he did graduate in 1989. More 1989 graduates here.
One of these 'mates was a totally cute guy. After I contacted him about the site, we emailed and turns out he in here in town this week. So, my fingers got a little out of control on one email and said "we should have lunch while you are in town." Jeezus, why did I do that? All of the emotions from HS about not being good enough, I look like a dork, I am not in the popular crowd, etc. came flooding back.
Axel Erlandson and his tree circus Grass Pyramid where Hermann, Prince Puckler-Muskau and his princess are buried in Branitz, Germany.
I can't for the life of me remember where I got this image. I saved it because I wanted to buy it, but dang if I can remember who did it.