Reunion.com sends me an email almost every day, which I delete without hesitation Today, it caught my attention by telling me that my ex was looking for me (oh dear god...). Quite pleased with my life at this point, but curious none the less, I put on my sunglasses and dawned my daughters Hanna Montana wig (my 'ex' may now be a mastermind hacker who will seize my computer and activate the web-cam upon my opening this link....ya' never know, better safe than sorry!). Guess what, nobody's looking for me, just a bunch of other people with my same name checkin' out my profile picture to see if I look like them, go figure.
Feeling reasonably sure I was in no serious danger, I ditched the disguise and browsed around for people I knew. I stumbled upon a girl I was friends with 25 years (or so) ago in high school. We were pretty close for some time, until, at 17, I found a boyfriend 12 years my senior. I went by to see her one day, and her mom told me she wasn't there (I knew better, her car was in the driveway). I'm sure her mom felt that I was making bad choices, and did not want her daughter involved with the likes of me.
I got into my new boyfriends recently restored '66 El Camino and sped backwards out of her driveway, determined to get my point across to her that I was mad. I slammed the shifter into first gear and stomped on the gas, which transformed the El Camino into an uncontrollable speeding bullet on the gravel road. The car crashed violently into a phone pole. I could hear her moms frantic voice yelling my name as she ran towards the car. I remember thinking, oh man, now she's gonna stick her face in mine and say, "See?? This is why I don't want my daughter hangin' around with you anymore!" so, to avoid hearing those words and feeling like an idiot, I played dead. I guess I was hoping that she'd feel compelled to take responsibility for causing such a tragedy, see the error of her ways, and forever rue the day she lied to me. The only thing I accomplished was giving her one more reason why her daughter should steer clear of me. That was one of the last times I saw her.
(Toni, if you ever read this, please tell your mom I'm sorry for that).
I hope she finds me here and we get to 'catch up', I've missed her.