I was such a burn out in high school. I hated school. I felt like such a dweeb. I skipped so much, I nearly didn't graduate. I never kept in touch with anyone from highschool except for three or four, and only one of them was in my graduating class. So, recently I guess nostalgia has gotten to me and I began contacting folks from my high school era.

There was this guy, Eric. He was in band, played the trumpet, was so flipping popular. He was two years ahead of me.

My boyfriend at the time, who ended up being my now husband, decided we should date other people. What he meant was HE should date other people and I should sit in the wings and wait for him. I didn't like this "let's date other people" but if that was what he wanted then okay.

So, I was standing in the hallway near the bandroom one day and Eric shows up. Remember I was always a dweeb? Well, somehow I came into my own in my senior year. The braces were gone, the acne was kind of under control. I had great boobs, fantastic hair.... what can I say.

All the sudden this popular guy was noticing me! He asked me on a date. I jumped on the opportunity. He jumped me.

He was the second guy I ever had sex with. What was different with him from the first guy, my now husband, is that I was not in love with Eric. I knew I wasn't in love with him, even at 17 years of age. I knew we were just screwing around. When I was with Eric, he always expected every meeting to end in sex. The one time I decided I was not going to have sex with him at the end of our date, he took me home and kicked me out of his car, and I never spoke to him again.

What is that saying, "time heals all wounds?"

I don't know why, but I decided to see how Eric is doing. Through the great grape vine, I heard he'd become a minister. THAT was kind of hard to believe, but interesting none-the-less.

I sent him a message through the on-line alumni board. I received a message back that he read it, but he never responded.

Soooooooooooooooo ... I've been wondering why. Seriously, there could be so many reasons: (a) he is ashamed of our past relationship, (b) he really didn't like me anyway, but I was a good piece of ass, (c) he doesn't want his wife to know about me, (d) he still has feelings for me, (e) he doesn't give a flying fuck.

Why do I care? Our "relationship", if you can call it that, ended 28 years ago.