"Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now."
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Monday, October 10
Say It Ain't So
So today I was thinking about a girl I knew back in college, and this being the 21st century and all, I decided to Google and see what turned up. It wasn't what I expected.
Ho. Ly. Crap.
She became a reporter, but she's the one in the news lately, when she pled guilty to a charge of illegal wiretapping. And not the "cool" kind of wiretapping either, where she brings down corrupt politicians as they leave sexy messages for local women of dubious virtue - no, apparently she wiretapped a co-worker's phone in her the office.
(Sidebar: How my though process works. I went to the doctor last Friday --> He asked what I thought about the upcoming Texas - OU game --> I told him I went to a very small college and didn't follow college sports much --> Turns out he spent a year at the same college --> Which got me thinking about W&L's athletic achievements --> Namely, they won a D-III national championship in tennis --> And we hosted the tournament, so we would have won on our home court --> except that it got rained out, so we finished up at an indoor court in [city name] --> Where [girl's name] went to school. Hey, I wonder what she's up to!)
I went to a summer camp for high school seniors with this girl, and didn't find out she went to college around the corner from me until my sophmore year. From today's vantage point, with almost ten years of marriage to my hothothot wife behind me, it's hard to remember just how desperate I was back then. Beyond plain desperate, actually. Triple capital D DDDesperate. Super-turbo-uber desperate.
So I called her up and invited her to to a party. We hit it off and saw each other a couple of times, but I never got beyond a heated, if sadly abbreviated, makeout session in the front seat of my car... in the pouring rain... ten feet from the front door to her dorm. (Note to the wife: this was fifteen years ago. Five years before I even knew you existed. Had I known then, well - things would have been different.)
But after a while I got a bit disenchanted. It was the little things. For example, signing out of her dorm and seeing her teeny-tiny handwriting signing in someone else a bit higher up the page. This was the first time I ever thought, "It's not worth it," and stopped calling.
Of course, I wrote a make-up letter later. I was DDDesperate.
Along with my mad-bomber friend, this is two people I knew in school who are looking at a rent-free stay as a guest of the state. Not quite sure what that says about me.
Cowboys Week In Review. After I predicted that they'd fall to earth, they played perfect, and Donovan McNabb finally played like he was hurt. And Vinnie Testaverde, who I just finished trashing last week, let the Jets to a big win. The lesson, as always: I'm an idiot.
