On my mind… and it shouldn’t be!

But it’s real-life folks. Just saying.

A few days ago, the Class of ’75 got together over the weekend to formally celebrate each other. I only attended the dinner portion although there were several functions to attend. It was wonderful reconnecting with classmates, especially with those of whom we experienced all twelve years together before walking out with a diploma in hand to the tune “We’ve Only Just Begun,” by the Carpenters.

One such person, who shall remain unnamed, sparked quite an image remaining to this day when he literally swaggered toward me and immediately made me realize I’ve been single far too long! It was something in the mischievous half-smile and the way he moved, the saunter and swagger, as if he’s been waiting for me his whole life. It was the kind of fodder that makes a romance novel a best seller.

We are clearly not each other’s type, and from the first grade to graduation we have always run in different circles. I’ve not seen him since that June evening fifty years ago and even then, we probably didn’t say goodbye, good luck, drop dead, or anything to each other. We rode the same school bus and shared classrooms; that’s about all we had in common, so the encounter caught me off guard.

So, Unnamed Person, please get out of my head! And thanks, but no thanks, for the gift of awakening a part of me I thought was dead––romance. Is that so bad?