|Class of 1985, when we all totally,|
no lie, looked exactly like this.
Here it is.
Last year, when Precocious Daughter got contact lenses, I wrote about it. And I told a kind-of-semi-not-really-related anecdote about a guy on whom I had a massive crush in high school: Erik L.
Erik was popular, talented, extremely cute. He barely knew I was alive, because I was none of those things. I got over my crush (OK, I moved on to other, equally unrequited crushes), and after high school Erik L. faded into a vague memory of someone I went to school with but never really knew.
|And then I grew up to be Jennifer Garner. LOL.|
One of them was Erik L.
I was like:
Yeah, Drummer Boy and Erik L. were Facebook friends. Considering that Drummer Boy was several years ahead of us in school - and didn't graduate from our high school - I was rather dumbfounded by this strange coincidence.
So I asked him - you know, all casual-like - "Sooo...how do you know Erik L?"
And he said, "We're old friends. How do you know Erik L?"
There's a small part of me that would love it if Drummer Boy escorted me to my reunion, and Erik L. was there, and I could be all like, "Your old friend Drummer Boy is cool, right? Well, he thinks I'm cool. And hot. And we're together. Because sometimes crushes turn into something else. By the way, I loved it when you played 'Blackbird' on your guitar in the theater room in 1983. Turns out I'm more into drummers, though."
Or maybe I should just move on.
I would love to show up at my reunion with Drummer Boy on my arm, though. Because he is smokin'. Also, kind, smart, funny, friendly, and personable. And smokin'.
Not that I need validation from a bunch of random 40-somethings.
What do you think, Drunkards?