You haven’t changed a bit – a post-reunion MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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A guy I knew in college, who flunked out, came to visit me after I’d graduated and bought my first house. I’d had a bit of a crush on him at one time, but he was more interested in trying out that new-fangled computer dating than going out with me. Whatever - I learned to deal.

Anyway, I was giving him a tour of my house, talking about what I wanted to do with it, when out of the blue, he says: “Would you like to have sex with me sometime?” Yep, I laughed - I thought he was joking. He left and I never heard from him ever again. That goes into the “What was he thinking” file…

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When I was a junior in high school, the guy who sat one seat ahead and to the left of me in history, blurted out one day, “Will you have sex with me?” Class hadn’t quite started yet, but it was after the bell had rung. Unfortunately for him, everyone in our side of the room heard him. Explosive laughter all around. Poor guy. I think he *meant *to ask me to go out with him, because that’s the direction our conversation was headed in. He was a smart guy, and not normally lacking in the social graces. But make one slip…

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Very nice OP, **FCM. ** I do not keep in touch with anyone from school.
I am a completely different person from that girl and I like it that way.

I was one of those people who could move among the cliques, and be friendly with all of them, but I was never “part” of them, you know? I was looked down upon by some of them because my mother was poor and I couldn’t afford to go up ski slopes with ski club, or because I couldn’t buy a new car. :rolleyes: Also someone started a hideous rumor about me that wasn’t true and many people believed it, unfortunately. So, really school was a miserable time for me and I don’t miss it at all. I had a couple of “best friends” during this time, but we lost touch after graduation. One was my maid of honor at my wedding.

This particular woman and I made contact a few years ago through Classmates.com, but lost contact again when I changed e-mail addresses.

I have another friend I’ve known since elementary school, but she moved while we were still in elementary school. We’ve been in on again, off again contact throughout the years. She’s back in this area now, and we’re trying to get together, but it seems our schedules are so busy.

There are a couple of people I am curious about, but I don’t make any attempt to contact anyone. I was invited to our 10 year reunion but didn’t go. I was pregnant with my son at the time and my husband was still an OTR driver. I could not see showing up at a reunion, way out to “here” pregnant and without my spouse. I knew how shallow and close minded these people were. At any rate, I ran into a guy I knew from school a few months after then. He asked why I didn’t show, and I told him. He told me that I didn’t miss anything. It was the same old “cliques” and the same old stuff from school.

Who needs that shit?

I passed on the 20 year reunion as well. Don’t know if there’ll be a 25th. It seems one of the driving forces behind the reunions died of alcohol poisoning. She was miss popularity all through school, cheerleader and all that. She was actually fairly decent to me and we were friends in elementary school. I’m sorry she felt her life was so miserable and she drowned it in alcohol. It’s pretty sad, really.

At any rate, no reunions for me, I don’t think.

I have one close friend really, and although we live just a few doors down from each other, we rarely do anything together. We’re both busy with our kids and our lives and we know that. We all go to dinner occasionally, or camping together, or just visit each other in our homes. She’s really the only friend who’s never done anything to hurt or betray me.

I’ve had other “best friends”. All of them did really mean or horrible things to me, and while initially, I could forgive them, I couldn’t forget it. Some just dumped in favor of more popular people in the in crowds (high school), some just burned me through other actions early twenties, and one turned out to be a tramp who was angling to sleep with my husband, and DID sleep with the neighbor. I have nothing to do with her now.

Understandably, I’m cautious about who I let into my life. I generally like socializing, but I’ve been burned or hurt so many times, that I tend to sit back annd watch more than interact in big social situations. I have to feel really comfortable around someone to let them see “me”.

Wow, that turned into a long, kind of sad post. Didn’t mean for it to be. I’m happy now, really I am. I like who I am, for the most part, and I’m comfortable with my life.

I need to do my taxes. I don’t wanna do them. Maybe I will in an hour or so.

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Well, Taters! :mad: :rolleyes: :frowning: (((hugs))) Mean people.

Somehow, I’ve managed to form friendships that last. Part of it is I don’t want to let people go. I can’t stand the thought of someone I care about just drifting out of my life. So, I wrote letters. I visited. I stayed in touch. One of my best friends has lived in Austin, Texas, for the last 20 years and it’s been just a little more than a year since I saw him last. My two best friends in the world I’ve known since I was about 10. It’s been almost eight years since I’ve seen one, but we’ve rarely let more than six months go by, ever, that we haven’t been in communication. I talked to her two weeks ago. :slight_smile:

Anyway, something else I was thinking about in reading some of our female MMP’ers tales of high-school woe: girls in high school are often hideous and mean. I mostly had nothing to do with them. Most of my friends were guys; we were all in band together and ran as a pack, didn’t much care about being popular, and sort of were anyway. Most of these people I’d known my whole life since I grew up in a small town.

Anyway … I like this topic because I’m so fortunate to have so many friends for life!

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I am feeling poor. Just paid my tuition for spring semester. Ouch.

I am back from parent day. We learned about George Washington (yawn). Parent day is always on President’s Day, so I have learned about GW for many a year now. Would any of you like to know about GW? I can tell you all about him, at the elementary level.

Funny thing–there is a British woman in the class (someone’s mum, no doubt). The teacher asked her for some “other side” input and she just laughed and said that history was her worst subject, but she can’t recall being taught anything about “your Revolutionary War”.
I need to wash my hair, make a chicken and read. All before 4p.m. someone motivate me.

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I’ve gone to my 5, 10 and 20 year reunions. I had fun, hanging out with (almost) all the same guys I hung out with in high school. Most of them still live back in the 'burgh, or close enough so that it doesn’t make that much of a difference. This last one, we’re sitting there at the table, cracking jokes, and a woman that knew us then heard us talking as she walked by. She stopped, looked at the lot of us, and said, “It’s been twenty-years. Don’t you think it’s time for some new material?”

That was pretty funny.

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He’ll probably give you a very funny look and tell you you’re mixing with The Wrong Crowd! Can he talk in capitalised sentences?

I hated school, I was never part of the in-crowd of pretty blonde skinnywhippets and as it was an all-girl boarding school, there wasn’t much opportunity to mix with anyone outside my year group. Needless to say, I managed very well with my little out-crowd. Some people say it’s responsible for the way I’ve turned out. I’m sure they mean it in a very nice way.

Rigsby - if your British mother was English, she won’t know anything about it! The kind of stuff we were taught was all about how the French were scoundrels and the Scots were a Jolly Bad Lot. Oh, and we had India. We probably had to fight some recalcitrant locals for it, but we got it in the end. And we taught them how to play cricket. Then they beat us. Every time. English history, it’s a sad, sad thing.

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It’s an interesting story, though, Taters. I like to hear about everyone’s earlier experiences. I wasn’t one of the high school Cool Kids, but I was co-editor of the yearbook (and on the staff the two years before that). The staff was an interesting combination of people who were parts of various cliques. There was a group of mostly girls that I hung out with a fair amount. Never really felt like I completely belonged, though. Grew into someone who has quite a few close acquaintances, but only a few that I really think of as friends. I’ve gotten better at making friends in the past few years both IRL and here (who knew you could make actual friends on the internets?). Gotten better at maintaining friendships, too, I think. Gotta say e-mail makes that easier.

Forgot to say earlier: Hi Dotster! Nice to see you stop by.

I thing you should tell us about George Washington, rigs, since we were all deprived of the honor of going to Parents’ Day.

I’ve started laundry and clean up. Moving slowly, but at least moving.

GT

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rigs - go read your chicken and make that book, right now! Or something like that…

Cool OP FCM! I went to only one reunion, my 20th. It was interesting, there wasn’t really anyone I didn’t get along with in HS - I was the cross-clique guy for those years. I hung out with the jocks, since I was active in sports, a slew of the gearhead dopers (Not cool Dopers like us) lived on my block, and I hung with them a lot - even had some friends in the drama/band/chorus/student government set.

The neat thing about the 20th was that all those cliques just fell away - everyone sat with whoever, sat and had a good time.

My friend P - who was a ‘scandal’ in high school because she was bi-racial - quite the thing in my town in the 70’s - grew up into the most beautiful woman you ever saw.

D with all the sisters - came with her girlfriend. And looking incredible which I think broke some hearts.

Afterwards - 4 of us and our wives went to a dumpy sports bar, where in the midst of the conversation, my wife looked up at the TV and said “they’re showing a lot of stuff about Princess Di, I wonder if something happened”. That was the night of her accident.

Which makes me realize there’s got to be a 30th coming up this year, maybe I should look into it…

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She was English, but don’t ask me what her accent is! I know it’s not Scots or Welsh, so I figure she’s English. Maybe Midlands? I can’t even replicate it, phonectically. She was very nice, but she said what you said–that they were too busy learning all about the French and the Empire to worry over some backwoods place across the Pond (I’m paraphrasing).
George Washington’s teeth were not made of wood, but of walrus tusk (ivory). He wanted to be a farmer. His father died when he was 11 and then he lived with his brother Lawrence at Mount Vernon. He had no children, but adopted Martha Custis’ kiddies when they married. He was a good leader. He was our first President. Some wanted him to be King, but he said no.
The odd thing is that they don’t mention the French and Indian War at all…except to say that GW helped the British win “a war” early on. :confused:

I hope this fill you all in on the esteemed George Washington.

And then we did a Venn diagram, comparing Lincoln (whose Bday was last week, for all non-Americans) and Washington. Oh, and we went to computer lab and did practice questions for the ISAT, which is coming in March. :rolleyes:

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Ellen, I certainly didn’t mean to give the impression that I am one big ball of “woe betide me” over that. Christ, I’m nearly 43, I can deal.

Also, it is interesting to note that best of my good times were when I hung out with the guys. I have always gotten on better with males than females. Males didn’t play games the way that females did. All my mother’s friends had sons, so I learned to hang out with guys. I was a bit of a tomboy anyway. Climbing trees, building forts, jumping my bike off ramps; it’s a wonder I never broke a bone. Most of these friends have moved out of state, and one, unfortunately, died mysteriously and suddenly of cancer. He was only 40 or 41 when it happened.

When I spoke of “best friends”, yes, they were female. I could easily switch to girly things when hanging out with the females, but I didn’t find it nearly as much fun and was always “wary” because except for a few exceptions, felt out of my element.

Guys are just much easier to get on with. I maintain contact with male friends that I’ve known for years. It’s sporadic, but we e-mail. Currently, none of them live in the state.

Also, through my husband, I’ve made friends and some I’ve known for years. We all get together. We camp, backpack, hike, boat, go to dinner, hang out, whatever. They bring their spouses and we all have a great time. We have a great time when they don’t bring their spouses too. It is interesting to note that every one of my male friends has told me how lucky my husband is. I don’t nag, I don’t bitch at him, I let him do his thing (which luckily for me is staying home and playing PC games), and I accept his friends with warmth. All of them have told me how nice it is to feel like I like them and accept them. Also, I don’t bore them with “girl” stuff. We find plenty to talk about.

Still haven’t done my taxes. I’m thinkin’ 11:30ish or noonish. Can you tell I don’t want to do 'em?

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Sorry for the double post, but I missed the edit “window”.

gt, you and I, although we seem to have very different lives, seem a lot alike, personality-wise. I thought that quite interesting, really.

I also wanted to send luck wishes to those who are giving stuff up for Lent. I am not a practicing anything, so doubt I will be denying myself anything.

Eventually, I’ll have to give up the evil cigarettes though. I’m almost positive my hospital is going to non-smoking starting the end of April. This means we can’t even smoke in the bum-fuck-Egypt parking lots which are quite a distance from the actual buildings. Sigh…

You know, I know it’s a gross, unhealthy and expensive habit. However, I really feel almost like stubbornly clinging to the habit because I’m being “forced” to quit. Silly and illogical, isn’t it?

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hair is washed, time for nap, then chicken. Did read one chapter…but I have taken to this afternoon siesta habit. God, I’m only 44–what happens when I’m 80? I never get out of bed?
Thing is, I feel fine-I don’t feel as down as I did before Christmas; I’m on Lexapro, I have energy and a sense of humor–so why the urge to sleep? I can barely keep my eyes open…I’m not anemic or diabetic or menopausal (all these were checked by my doctor last month). I didn’t eat a big lunch–I had some ravioli.

Beats me–but off to winken, blinken and nod land go I.

I promise to dream of all of you.

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Well, they sucked more blood outta me, but they didn’t suck me completely dry. Although I was beginning to wonder there for a while. I was just glad the tech who drew my blood didn’t give birth right there on the spot. She looks like she’s ready to pop any second. Even though she claims she has a month to go. I swear she grew 6 inches around her middle just since last week. When I commented on it, she and everyone else in the room chorused that indeed she did! So apparently I wasn’t just imagining it.

I’m sleepy all the time lately, too, Rigs. I don’t know why you are, but in my case I think it’s because I’m just trying to avoid having to deal with everything I should be doing this week before I’m laid up for a while. Either that or it’s just warm and cozy in bed and the cat snuggles and purrs and there’s really no nicer place to be, is there? Or maybe all of the above.

Maybe I should go take a nap, too…

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rigs I’m all impressed you know how to make a chicken. Or scared. I’m not sure which. Personally I’ve always found it easiest to just go to the store and buy one. :smiley:

Tell y’all what, I’ve met Taters and all I got to say is she is one jake classy lady. I say we’re the lucky ones cause she hangs out with us. A bit of a procrastinator when it comes to her taxes, but all in all, she’s nice.

I took a nap. I just felt like it. It felt good.

Tonight is my church men’s group. Since we have a building now it will be there. Whilst buildingless, different people took turns hosting it. I did three times including last month. I think I’m gonna miss that cause it was jake goin’ to someone’s house. Anyways, we got our cool smoker/grill thing all set up at the church now so we’ll be back there. What we do is grill steaks (it’s a bring your own) or whatever and the “host” gets fixin’s like salad, rolls and N.O.T.. Then everybody chips in a couple bucks to help pay for the fixin’s. Everyone brings his own beverages adult or otherwise also.

That was right rambly was it not?

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Last of the laundry is drying, car retrieved from its oil change, prescription and a few groceries picked up, carpet vacuumed and pee stains cleaned (evil look at Scruffy) and now I need to decide what to make for dinner - hot dogs or brats, I’m thinking.

Somehow, the ceiling didn’t get painted. Oh well, another weekend is coming…

I did scribble a note in a birthday card to Mary - I may have another reunion soon. Yay!

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Aw, thanks Swampy, that is very nice of you. I thought you were a jakely-jake guy too!

Okay, the tax program has been installed, papers gathered, and I’m ready to start. I am however missing the papers I need for the purchase of my car. I need these to see what sales tax I paid so I can decide if I’m going to use the IRS formula or muddle through on my own. I think I locked the paperwork in my rig for some odd reason. Hubby has my rig today, so I’ll have to wait until he gets home to get it.

Bleah.

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I agree. My three closest friends are guys, and even in high school two of my close friends were guys. (Or at least they were until I dated one of them on the rebound from another relationship and then dumped him a couple months later… ::sigh:: ) In the last few years, mainly post-college, it’s gotten a lot easier to be friends with “girls” (I can’t call people my age women… just feels weird.) but I still feel more comfortable with guys.

We’re dealing with the peeing/pooping on the carpet thing too from our poor dying kitty. She’s pretty good about peeing right now, but she just seems to have given up on pooing in the litterbox. Ugh. But she’s dying so we can’t really be mad. Just really tired of picking up poo.

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Hmmmm, I am seeing a pattern here. None of us were in popular set in school. Does that mean that nobody really is? Or does that mean us geeky types grew up to become posters here. Fascinating.

[mom speak] taters, you do realize that that is just the Nicotine talking, don’t you? I was one of the “but I LIKE smoking” crowd until I quit. Now I wonder what the hell I could possible like about inhaling smelly smoke and always looking for someplace to grab a puff, and worrying about running out. [/mom speak]

I think it’s time for some peach tea. Tilapia for dinner tonite.

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Puggy - It just means that us nerds and outcasts and social pariahs simply grew up to be intelligent and cool and would naturally gravitate to the hip spots where all the smart people go, while all the in-crowd people just grew up and into obscurity when they realized they’d coasted through life on their popularity far too long and it was now too late to change it.