Eighteen years ago, I went to my 10 year high school reunion.
I went with some wonderful friends; we met at Pam’s place in Mt. Vernon. I loved that apartment. I went without a date. Why? Well, my first hub and I had recently separated. It was the first social event I was going to alone since. I was prepared for all the questions. I was freaked out.
I remember going to a boutique with my mom to get a great outfit to wear. It was a green-ish silk and suede outfit with a jacket and pants – perfectly appropriate in 1989. Thinking back? Yikes. But I digress.
So Pam and I and the gang headed to Westminster Hall to the big event. For those who don’t know, The Westminster Hall and Burying Ground, is a graveyard and former church and the burial site of Edgar Allan Poe.
(Actually, it might have been at Lexington Market. There were two different things and I don’t know which was which! But Westminster Hall is cooler.)
So we all got name tags with photos of what we looked like then. Okay. Not my best look, but I’ll live.
While everyone is hanging out and talking, a guy I had a huge crush on through high school starting chatting me up. He was a good friend of my friend, Joe. He was handsome and charming and had just started law school. I was flattered to have his full attention.
Before my friends and I left for Fells Point and the after-party, he asked for my phone number.
It was the ego-boost I needed after being so depressed over my failed marriage.
A day or so later, he called me and asked me to dinner.
I would love to. We talked for a while and we chose a date and time.
Again, I went shopping. I bought a new pair of jeans and a very cute sweater. I was counting the days.
And it finally arrived!
I looked really great. Outfit? Check. Hair? Check. Attitude? Check.
7:00 p.m. came and went.
Maybe I had the day wrong? I was panicked and stressed.
I’d call him. It must be a misunderstanding.
He answered the phone. He seemed surprised to hear from me.
Where are you, I asked?
Oh, I need to reschedule. I’ll call you later this week.
And he never did.
Fast forward to 2008.
I had lunch with my mom and three other women today. I suppose you can guess who walked in with his wife, kids, and his parents.
His wife is a great friend of the women I was sitting with. So she came over to say hello. She seemed very nice.
And as I walked to the ladies’ room (you have no idea how hard I tried to hold it in!) I had to walk past his table.
I put on my best smile and said hello.
He smiled and said hello.
And I kept walking.
Honestly, this guy is nothing to me. So why does it still make my heart hurt for even a split second?