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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Blast from the past.
I got an emailed friend request from Facebook this morning. Generally, I never bother with Facebook. I signed up way back when it was just for ppl in school, but now it's all over. The bigger it gets, the less I want to be part of it. Make sense? Probably not, but meh.
So the request was from this guy whose name I didn't recognize. Luckily, he included a note in which he explained his original last name and that he was using his middle name. Oh Em Gee, the middle school memories came flooding back. He was a skater guy, kind of a dork I guess. I was extremely attracted to him, of course. That's me. I like the dorks. He had kind of long, black hair. Dark eyes. Kind of a long face. Medium tall (taller than me, anyway, which isn't saying that much). String bean body.
His buddy was the behemoth captain-of-the-football/wrestling team type. More brawn than brains, of course. The kind of guy you just sort of want to avoid, but he seems to be everywhere. So brawn>brains and I were passing notes in class and he asked me who do I "like." This is middle school, did I mention that?
The guy I "liked" (aforementioned Facebook dork) was the object of obsession of the Class Queen. Admitting I had a crush on him was tantamount to 8th grade suicide. I was coy; I wrote back, "I'll give you a hint: you know him." In a class of maybe 50 people, of COURSE he knew him. It wasn't much of a hint, but somehow brawn>brains assumed I meant I was talking about HIM and wrote me back to tell me he liked me too and oh would I "go out" with him. Ugh. Class Queen #2 was crushing on brawn>brains AND I wanted nothing to do with him.
So of course I said yes and we dated. *facepalm*
I kind of figured out that brawn>brains was more interested in my body than my mind (Headline News! Grass is green, sky is blue, and 8th grade boys aren't interested in deep conversation that doesn't lead to making out!). Shocking, I know.
My response was one that sort of set a pattern for my future relationships. Instead of breaking up with him, I kind of just disappeared from the relationship. I didn't talk to him at school or anywhere else. I didn't make a scene. Maybe I'm non-confrontational, maybe I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. Whatever it is, that's how I break up with someone. I cease to participate in the world sphere that once included an "us."
A couple of weeks or so after my disappearance, I got a call from a mutual friend who let me know that brawn>brains wanted to break up. I honestly had no idea who he was talking about. "Oh, were we still dating?" I asked. Haha, brawn>brains was listening in. Nice blow to the ego right there. Oopsie. He got me back later by running a negative campaign against me for class president.
Anyway, back to the dork. As far as I know, he never went out with the Class Queen. We did smooch once at a party, which was probably scandalous, I don't know. I don't remember what happened after 8th grade. It's quite possible that he left school and went somewhere else. I don't have any high school memories of him.
So where is he today? In NYC, apparently. An artist! I should have known. My class was full of ridiculously creative people. Judging by his website, he's a pretty darn good artist. Another classmate (the guy who called me for brawn>brains) is a famous musician now. Another classmate works as a designer for Armani. Another schoolmate (a few years ahead of my class) has been in several movies and is now a main character in a popular primetime tv show. The list goes on and on. So many talented people.
Out of all the people I went to school with, the vast majority I'd love to never talk to or hear from again - dorks from 8th grade on whom I had a crush excluded. Yay for Facebook!
posted by hilary at 7:41 AM |
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