January 28, 2009

• The Web is a dangerous place when you're feeling nostalgic.

  So there's a... whaddya call it... "meme" going around on Facebook at the moment: 25 Random Things About Me. I got tagged by one of my high school friends whom I haven't seen since graduation and have only spoken to maybe twice in the - eek! - 16 1/2 years since then. So combine the having to come up with 25 factoids with already having a link to the past (and throw in a glass of wine), and you have a great recipe for wandering down memory lane.

  I checked in on my college crush's blog, which I hadn't done in a while. He seems to be doing well, though I must confess I keep peeking to see if he and his wife are still together. And they are. Darn it. (Okay, I really don't mean that; it's always nice to see somebody actually have a solid relationship after 10+ years, and even if they weren't together wouldn't make my life any better. But a gal has to dream every once in a while.)

  Then I went looking for my first boyfriend. I've done this before and had no luck, but apparently he's gotten his own Facebook page since the last time I looked. I can't see his profile, but I could see his profile picture. Hoo-boy, the years haven't been kind to him. Well, to be fair, it might not be a good photo of him, but he's looking a bit, well, let's go with Kid Rock-ish. Hair is sorta lanky looking and longer than looks good. (I don't have a problem with longer hair on guys, but it just doesn't suit everyone. And even in high school it didn't suit him when it started growing out.) Still living in North Carolina, in the same town that it looks like several of my former classmates ended up in. Larger than the BFE they came from, but still not exactly a cultural Mecca, either. And I'm guessing he's married, as one of his friends is a gal with his family name in her hyphenated surname. It makes sense that he's married at 36, but it's still weird to think of.

  I'm probably more curious than I have any right to be about what he's doing now, but I won't be doing much about it. The Facebook page is all I could find when I googled him, at least as far as I can tell. His name isn't all that uncommon, so I only waded through the first three pages of results. (And on an unrelated note, I find it amusing that my browser's spell check flags the word "Facebook" but not "googled".) I know I did kinda dirty by him - not cheating or anything, but I did get awfully pissy with him at the end through no fault of his own. I try to remind myself I was still a kid, but it's still not something I'm particularly proud of.

  It's funny, though. That bout of high school drama provides an interesting comparison to some of what I've been through in the not too distant past. A little perspective is a good thing, I think.

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