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So this past weekend, God help me, I ended up going to an “unofficial” high school reunion.

I was of two minds when I got the e-vite. On the one hand, I think it’s always interesting to see how people turn out, you know? What they do, where they live, how they look. And since I think I actually look pretty fabulous at least for the moment, I was thinking well why the hell not?

But there was the Hobie factor to be considered. I didn’t want to be cornered. I didn’t want honest confessions and tears and apologies and being scraped raw. I had had enough of that for a while.

And then I thought, you know what? What the hell. I don’t see Hobie actually running around bragging that along with his legitimate acting career that he’s providing voices for Japanese porn anime. It flies in New York City, but where I’m from? The joke would be very very lost. So I knew that I’d be safe.

Once I decided to go, I realized I actually had an agenda. An agenda named Paul. Sigh.

See here’s the thing. We are all The Breakfast Club when it comes to high school, right? And in that case I was definitely Brian—a.k.a. the nerd.

I know. I so wanted to be Claire. I was hoping I was going to get “Best Dressed” for senior superlatives. I tried really really hard on that front, but all for naught. Instead I got—ugh—“Most Scholarly”. A nice way of saying “Nerdiest”. They took my picture between books in the library with the president of the math team.

And Paul, well he, of course, was Emilio Estevez. He had this sweeping blond hair that was always falling in his face. He was on the football team, he had a cool car, a nice smile, and probably a solid C average.

He was never going to notice me.

Only he did. Once. It was a senior class party at Nicole Wittey’s house. She had a trampoline. I remember that. And sometime before the end of the night, Paul the football player took my hand and kissed me sweetly in the woods. It was sheer bliss. It was a score for those who wished to be cute and smart at the same time. It was the height of my high school experience.

And nothing happened after that.

But I was going to correct that. Yes. This weekend, I was going to go back. And as God was my witness, I was going to get my man.

When I got to the bar where the reunion was being held, I did a quick scan. Paul was tall, taller than almost anyone else in our class. I saw the math team president—who was now an OB-GYN resident. Okay, ew. I saw the homecoming queen, who was a veterinarian. I saw the guy who’s locker was next to mine who’s name I suddenly couldn’t remember at all. And then I saw him.

Only he wasn’t him anymore. He was…fat. Bloated fat. Bloated from…alcohol abuse? A tough few years of disappointment? He looked sloppy. His shirt was too small, a button had popped. He smiled wide at me, beckoning.

And I turned the other way.

I know! I should be burned at the stake. But I’m telling you, the whole illusion, the whole romantic picture—it was like it went through a car wreck and someone was pulling me out with the jaws of life from the other direction.

So am I just as bad as the snooty popular girls who used to snub me?

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LOL Alexa, I haven't been to a high school reunion yet. I am waiting for my 20 year reunion. But I am sure the same thing will happen to me! I have seen most of the people who made fun of me in high school, and I can tell you, they are all fat and ugly now. They don't even have nice hair! Trust me, it's a good thing!

Posted by LovingLiz on Oct 11 01:57AM

Actually you were worse. At least in high school those who were snobby was because they didn't know better. Now years later and after the life you have lead you should know better than to judge a book based purely on it's cover. You could have at least said hello and found out what has been happening the past x number of years.

Posted by Moe on Oct 11 07:17PM

Don't be too hard on yourself. It's totally fine to be put off by looks, especially if you've grown out of your geeky stage and accepted your hot self, which its pretty clear you have done.

Posted by Ilana on Oct 11 11:07PM

in a word? Yes.

Posted by jb on Oct 12 09:53AM

It's not about being snobby. It's about a romantic image of the past destroyed by the truth of the present. You just can't look at someone the same after that.

Posted by Dave on Oct 13 06:15AM

OK, in high school he did NOT notice you. The party, for all your dream-memory was likely nothing to him (I'm guessing he was drinking or possibly between ladies - even if only for one night). As proof of this contention, you never heard from him after the walk in the woods. ..
At the reunion, what exactly makes you so sure you were recognized? You, a total hottie, walk in and he, a boozer-loser, sees hotchick and waves her over. Is it just possible that he was waving at an unrecognized hottie rather than at the girl he kissed in the woods? ..

While it is true that you snubbed him, what did he expect? For hottie-you to come hug ugly-him? If so, he has learned he no longer has what it takes. At least he did not have to experience the shock that he gave to you!! ..

Anyway, it wasn't such a harsh thing to do. Now if he had been close enough to say "Hey, Alexa, remember me?" and you had grimaced and turned away ... yeah, that would probably qualify for burning at the stake. I'm just assuming you steered clear of him the rest of the evening and slipped out the door with no further contact.

C'est la vie.

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