So I went to my reunion Saturday night. Decked out in a black button-up shirt, black slacks, and a black tie. Stylin’. Damn, I looked good. Me being who I am, I’m scouring the crowd for material. You never know when you’re going to be asked to do 10-15 minutes. So I’m wading through the people who I never really liked to begin with. Time changes a few things, I guess. But our essences stayed the same, for the most part. But Larry E came out of the closet. that shocked me a little. But, I guess if you strike out with every woman in the tri-state area, it makes you realize a few things about yourself. Then there’s Tricia B. We dated in high school, and she was really the first girl I ever got to second base with. And there’s her husband, who’s a nice enough guy, but sometimes the old feelings die hard. And I saw Cara O. The homecoming queen. Still as cute now as she was then, even with two kids and one on the way. I quickly found my old circle of friends. It amazed me how quickly everyone divided back into their own little cliques. Although I DID manage to tell Brandy W that I used to carry a little torch for her. Even though she was a bitch back then. I saw it more as insecurity than anything else. Hell, we were ALL insecure. And we all had reason to be. That’s what high school was all about. I quickly spied the table devoted to those classmates who have passed into the great unknown. Angie M. I’d always had a little crush on her, too, until a car wreck turned her brain to mush. Wes C. Boy, that one hurt. Killed. Shot to death in the parking lot where he worked. George W. How can someone die of a heart attack at 18? On past that depressing table. Oops! Have to avoid the class president, Tarreck Y. He was a weenie then, and only grew bigger. What my dad would have called ten gallons of bullshit in a five-gallon hat. All in all, I walked out as i came in. Alone. Though I DID come out with a potential prospect. Michelle F. I never would have thought that in high school, but stranger things have happened now that we’ve both grown up. Numbers exchanged. A good start. All in all, I guess it was a good time, even though Tony W looks about 20 years older, and 60 pounds heavier, and ten times drunker, than he did on grad night.
So…you gonna bring her to Jakes this Wednesday or wait before scaring her off?
Sounds about right for a 10-year reunion.
We’ll have to play Wednesday by ear. If she wants to, no problem. If not, well, you may not see me Wednesday. But we’ll see. 
(No offense, ts, but if it comes down to hanging out with you all, or getting some, it’s no contest at all. Y’all lose :))