He wasn’t actually my “high school boyfriend” – i wasn’t the “girlfriend” type*. We went out a few times during my senior year, and spent some time together that summer before he left for the Army. We continued to see each other my freshman year in college – with him visiting on weekends when he had passes, and wheels, to allow him to drive the six hours to my university.
It didn’t end particularly well. Turns out, he’d spend a weekend with me, and then scoot off to spend a couple days with my ex-roommate, Cheri. Shortly thereafter, we had a rather nasty break up. Within a few weeks, i met (and moved in with) my husband. i lost touch with him for almost 30 years.
We tripped over each other a few years back, and were able to have a pleasant dinner together, catching up on the decades that had flown by in the blink of an eye.
Army Ranger: I’ve thought of you so many times over the years. I was awful, and you were so sweet to me. Remember how you wrote me letters every day when I was in boot camp? Those letters meant the world to me. I’m really sorry I treated you so badly.
daisyfae: i’ve thought of you through the years, too. Remember that night i busted you with Cheri? When i walked three miles to her apartment, carrying that big bag full of all the shit you’d ever given me? How i threw it in the back of your truck and walked home? i’m really sorry i didn’t set it on fire first.
Last week, while visiting the Trailer Park, he saw me at Mom’s while working his shift with the county water department. i got a note from him on my facebook page, followed by an invitation to get together for dinner again…
The last dinner was so much fun, i think i’m going to have to accept. My choice of restaurant this time – a little dive called “Fat Chick’s Revenge”.
* Some things never change…