Sue – thinking about you right now for some reason.
This innocuous message showed up in my email from my Linked In account. Probably because I refuse to get a FaceBook account, but couldn’t search for employment without Linked In. FaceBook – the place where people you don’t want to find you, find you.
Anyways, this was from an ex-boyfriend. From university days. Who belonged to the sailing club as an instructor and decided that one of his students . . lets call her Poolie. . . needed some personal battening of her hatches. But, he was a good guy . . because he admitted his indiscretion. Right?
The best part – and the worst – is that after he and Poolie separated, he “missed me” and I some how let myself get involved again. Really? Where’s your self esteem, Susan? Eventually he then “missed her” and returned to and married Poolie. I generally have mostly forgotten and mostly forgiven this incident – though Alanis Morissette’s “You Oughta Know” still reminds me of this time. The whole cliché thing led to much better things – like best friend Lisa, leaving BC to get my MBA in Ontario, getting a spine and then marrying the perfect man for me who does not have his head turned by pretty little paper dolls like Poolie. Looking back, I would do it all again for twice as long to get what I have now.
We’ve actually in the last 15 years or so, communicated with each other via email (during the High Fidelity stage of my life), but not someone who I . . well, trust much.
So, not unwelcome, but certainly not a great reconnection. “Hey remember that time that you crushed my little tender heart – those were the best times, eh?” “You still married to that other woman?” “So, um . . . yeah. . .” Just weird.
Anyways, then I had to decide. Do I ignore or accept? Ignore is the same as refusing in Linked In and wasn’t sure that I wanted him to think that I couldn’t handle it. 18 years later, am I not over it? I am, so what is the harm in accepting? But then he want to talk. God. Not sure I want to.
Wonder if he ever got that front tooth fixed properly – the one that only a mother or infatuation could overlook. Yes, I noticed it buddy, but I just was dazzled because I was I nitwit.
June 18, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Accepted the invitation, because I know I can brag about my life if he wants to talk. Too bad that made me find out that we live in the same city now. Sigh.