Yet Another Reunion Story

A few months ago when we were starting on this whole 20th HS reunion thing, Some of my friends decided I would be good at the job of finding classmates. I think because I still live in the town we graduated from, they thought that I would see lost of folks out and about the town...whatever.

So I was at the mall one day and I saw, sitting at a table in the food court, one of our classmates. Mind you that I couldn't for the life of me think of her name, but I was sure she graduated with us. I approached her table and had the following conversation:

Me: "Did you go to Central?"

TB (her): "Uh, Yeah"

Me: "Didn't you graduate in 1989?"

TB: "Yeah"

Me: "Great, so we're working on the 20th reunion and I was wondering if I could have your email address so I could forward the link to our website to you?"

TB: "Um, OK"

Me: "Thanks so much! I will email you soon. Good to see you!"

She thought I was some sort of stalker or something. I know it. I mean, I think she might have recognized me, but she was totally hesitant to give me her email address, and didn't really make eye contact.

A few weeks later, I finally got around to digging her address out of my purse, and I send her the link. Guess what? The email got returned. I KNEW IT! She totally gave me a fake email address. Nice.

Blast from the past #2

You might remember that my 20th HS reunion is coming up next summer. Maybe you remember I had lunch the other week with one of the hotties from back in the day. Well, this week was lunch #2...this time with an old flame.

No, this isn't RY, but could have been in 6th grade. (It is really this kid)

RY and I have been friends since like 6th grade when he moved from Minnesota and he was into "goosing." Remember that? When someone grabbed your butt from behind? Well, he brought that wonderful thing from his state to our little town when he moved here. I remember it as annoying, exciting, dreadful and wonderful all at the same time. If you got goosed, I guess he liked you enough to want to grab your ass. On the other hand, it was annoying and embarrassing as we WERE in 6th grade. But I digress...


So, RY and I didn't date in HS (that's a whole other story), but we were always each other's date to parties in college when needed. I often had a boyfriend, but "between opportunities" I always hung out with him. We always had a great time. Lots of alcohol was usually consumed and kissing usually ensued. After some time of this, we kind of "hung out." We didn't really date but we did sleep together a few times.


RY was the one I always thought would be the best kind of boyfriend...the kind I could change. He was never really into boyfriend-like things, including flowers, candle-lit dinners, and formals. I thought I could change that. Since we were not really dating, I could grill him about these things pretty easily. I asked questions like "What did you get femaleX for her birthday last year?" (He always responded "Nothing.") Or "When you dated MM, did you get her flowers for things like anniversaries?" (His response: "No.") I quickly learned he wasn't the kind of person I thought I needed as a boyfriend/husband.


As we got older and graduated from college, we kept in touch. I was pleasantly surprised to get an invitation to his wedding. We started exchanging Holiday cards. When I was in his town, we would get together for lunch. When he was home visiting his parents, he'd call and we'd catch up. We email fairly regularly.


So, as I was getting the list of names together that I could contact for our reunion, of course I said I knew his email. Once again, he said he would be in he would be in town, and my emailing got the best of me. We made a lunch date. He picked my up in his mother-in-law's car, and we had Italian. Wonderful conversation ensued, with talk of economy here vs. Denver, new positions at our jobs, family, kids and travel.

I had a great time and remembered all of the things I loved about him all this time. We decided that we would be each other's "back-up." Just in case (God-forbid) something ever happened to our respective spouses.

This reunion thing is fun!

OMG! Part deux

So, we went to lunch. I waited until about 11:15am to call him, thinking (hoping) maybe he had made other plans or something. Lucky me, I got his voice mail, and I left an innocent message something to the tone of: "Just calling to see if you still wanted to have lunch. If so, give me a call at 867-5309...(kidding about the number there!)

As I was waiting (hoping) he would call me back, I started curling my hair. Yes, I actually got out my curling iron and curled my hair. Shit! I so totally felt like I was in high school. Waiting for that guy to call me back after I left his mother with a message to call me. However, I must say that after I was done curling, make-uping and dressing, I looked HOTT! I mean, seriously, HOTT. I don't look that good when I go out for date night with my hubby. How bad is that?

Here is what I wore:

This shirt is from Target's GO International collection, and I love it. Kinda see thru, but great with a cotton camisole under it.

Citizen of Humanity Ava Stretch Skinny Jeans. I didn't actually wear these because i don't actually own them, but I did wear my dark skinny-ish jeans. I have to admit that If I actually looked like this photo, he would have taken me right there on the table, no doubt in my mind

My Rocket Dog black canvas shoes with that cutest little wedge heel.

So, basically I looked like this:

Image from here, via here.

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!