I was out on a coffee date yesterday, and happened to see a guy I went to High School with. And when I say “see” I really mean just “see.” I didn’t want to be rude and interrupt my date, and high school guy also seemed to be accompanied by a lovely lady that may or may not be receptive to some strange woman walking up to say “hi.”
I’m also not positive – but I have a feeling that our last interaction was less than cordial. Not that there was some sort of fight or anything – just a feeling that the friendship had fizzled for some totally anti-clamactic reason.
In any case, this guy looks exactly the same as he did in High School (which was 7 years ago) – wearing the same wardrobe (jeans, sneakers, hockey jersey), the same greasy hair in pseudo mullet ‘do, the same extra 15 lbs, and the same acne.
Contrasting this, most people I went to high school with no longer recognize me at first glance. I think I was about 22 (definitely a late bloomer) when the T&A finally appeared, the braces and acne are gone, the glasses are smaller (or not present when I’ve got contacts in), and my hair that was so long I could sit on it has gone to a funky pixie cut.
Sometimes I think it’s better that way. I’d rather people from High School don’t really recognize me – it wasn’t the most pleasant 5 years I’ve ever had. Also, I was a big dork (I still am on the inside, but I can hide it pretty well on the outside), and as long as that’s no longer my most distinguishing feature, I’m a happy camper.