R's on Facebook now too.
Interesting Facebook reunions include:
My sixth grade teacher, who posted some embarrassing pictures which I will NOT share here. The sorority one was funny and I figured I'd be tough to find behind all the Aqua Net. This one only has like ten kids in it. You'd know me. Forget it, bitches.
My roommate from freshman year at college, my roommate from sophomore year, two of my roommates from junior year and one from senior year.
A boy I had a crush on for years and always wondered about.
The guy with whom I kinda cheated on one of my old boyfriends.
Two of the few friends I had in San Antonio. One's now in Chicago and the other's in Australia. I had forgotten how much I missed them.
Beeb's Godmother, who knew me when I met R and was in my wedding. She was the first person I called when I found out I was having Beeb. I think I even told her before I told R.
My very first "real" boyfriend (whom I'll call Blaine), who not only broke my heart, but, more importantly, set a pathetically low standard for every relationship I've had since, besides R and a couple of rare exceptions. Blaine has since very humbly apologized to me, I've forgiven him and it's fine now, but seriously, that dude messed me up pretty bad, and seeing him on there kinda stirred some major shit up in my head.
Suffice it to say, my abandonment issues are rooted in Wichita with Blaine. People who say they love you could, at any moment, without warning, decide that (through no fault of your own) they just don't anymore, and suddenly treat you like they never loved you at all.
This is why I need so much reassurance in relationships, particularly if your actions (intentionally or not) might have spoken to me in a way that makes me wonder if you care. Or maybe you didn't even do anything. It doesn't really matter; sometimes I react to things that aren't really happening. I might need you to occasionally remind me that we're ok. Does that make me high-maintenance? It's not like I want you to buy me shit or anything. Just words, really. That's all I want.
You love me? Ya sure? Cuz I'm just gonna warn you, I do stupid shit all the time and I'm not always fun to be around and I've been known to freak out about nothing and sometimes I'm not very lovable. For example, would you still love me if I kicked you in the shins like this over and over?
You would? Really? Wow, dude. You're fuckin crazy. I don't know if I'm comfortable with that.
I shouldn't require such reassurance, and I certainly don't want to, but I just do. That's who This Girl is. Some people can deal with it and some people would prefer not to, but those who can are rewarded with the Very Best of Me. I like to believe it's worth the effort, but I can't personally guarantee that. It's not like I can give you your investment back or anything. Maybe I give you store credit, though. Or a lighter sentence considering time served.
Blaine is also why I feel like I'm constantly competing. There's always someone better than you out there, just waiting for your boyfriend to meet her. I was a virgin and wanted to remain one. Blaine dumped me for a girl who was a total slut. Guess how I competed with her.
What a bizarre segue into my next story... Free Grand Slam Day.
R and I took Tito to the Denny's in Fenton (stellar people-watching) after the other two kids left for school. We got there at about 9, waited about 40 minutes to be seated, and got a table right by the front door. The door opened every 30 seconds and it was 11 degrees outside, so we had to eat with our coats on. Tito was very happy with his pancakes, but his coat got a bit sticky.
It was so crowded, this woman in the grey coat sat on my head. Literally. It surprised me more than it hurt. She was very sorry. I thought it was hilarious.
But no big deal, I was just happy we didn't run into The World's Biggest Cheapasses - The Aldis - there. They probably camped out the night before.
Oh, get this - they're getting a puppy named...
I don't know whether to laugh or puke.
We figure they got a new puppy because they're going to have to put their older dog Maggie down and want to soften the blow. When they put their greyhound Bailey down, they told Aldigirl that Bailey went to live on a farm. I'm pretty sure Aldigirl still believes it. She's 11.
Monday, February 09, 2009
R's on Facebook now too.