August 26, 2008
You know what I'm doing right now? I'm sitting in my office, listening to a recently uncovered 15-year old mix tape.
It's amazing how a couple of songs by Guns n' Roses, and Boyz II Men can instantly send me back to my thirteen year old self. But trust me, it's a time in my life that I'd love to relive. Unlike most people, middle school was my heyday--I always had a boy by my side, a party invitation in my backpack, and six miniature donettes in my belly.
I also had a locker laced with moldy sandwiches and bangs the size of China--but somehow, those details never stood between me and social acceptance. I suppose I was lucky--very, very lucky.
I would have to say that one of my fondest middle school memories is of my 98 pound boyfriend. He played the trumpet like a rockstar, owned almost 100 CDs, and earned a hefty allowance that he often put toward the purchase fabulous gifts for his girlfriend. Really ladies, what wasn't to love?
On top of all of those positive attributes, he was a boy who took our relationship very seriously. At least that's what I took away from his eighth-grade yearbook comment that read...
I sincerely hope I marry you someday.
In between work calls today, I decided to sign on to Facebook and search for my old flame. Well, he was there, and when I read his "About Me" description I felt a little bit faint and audibly muttered the words, "Oh sh*t, Craig. We were supposed to get married!"
Then I called Jared at work...
ME: Oh my word, do you know what my eighth grade boyfriend is doing?
JARED: Uh....no. I guess I don't.
ME: He just graduated from business school, Jared. Yale business school. YALE BUSINESS SCHOOL!
JARED: Wow, that's impressive. My eighth grade girlfriend has three kids from three different dads and is trying to get her GED.
ME: Jared, I almost married this guy. Seriously, he wanted to marry me! I'm so mad at myself.
JARED: For what?
ME: For letting him break it off in ninth grade! Do you think he'll take me back!? Seriously, do you think he will!?
JARED: Probably not, babe. You're married and pregnant. Maybe you can just say hi to him at your reunion.
ME: Do you think he'll give me a gift?
And that's when Jared hung up on me.
Out of curiosity....do you know what your middle school flame is up to these days? If so, post it in the comments.