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Thursday, October 4, 2012

WTF Wednesday: Rekindling high school romance is stupid

Rekindling high school romances is stupid. Seriously.

Once again, WTF Wednesday comes very late into my Wednesday night. Wednesday is seriously the most exciting day of my week. If you recall last Wednesday, I pulled a practical all nighter after an outrageous happy hour and spent Thursday completely wrecked with a nasty hangover and wondering how many embarrassing things took place the night before. Today, I opted for a more low key night since my mom comes into town Thursday night and does not take kindly to people with hangovers, especially me. 

Earlier this week, my friend from high school, Ryan, called me up and told me he was coming into town for a week to visit his uncles in Phoenix. The last couple times Ryan had been in town, we hung out here and there but I mostly blew him off because I was busy running around this Mr. Restaurant Owner guy who I was infatuated with and ended up being a huge fucking asshole (SHOCKED). This week, I had pretty much zero going on, so we've been spending evenings sitting around having drinks, watching football and go to the pool for the last of the hot, steamy Phoenix summer nights.

Here's the history with Ryan. In high school, he was a football player, total jock. I was, well, a mean girl? I don't know. I wasn't interested in being in high school. I was overly developed and interested in having boyfriends and moving on with my life and using my fake ID at every bar in Schaumburg that Amy and I could fathom. I certainly was no cheerleader or popular girl. 

Ryan has a last name that differ by the last two letters from my last name. Since lockers were alphabetized at our high school, we ended up with lockers next to each other all four years. I developed a major crush on the guy because he has boyish good looks, really sparkly blue eyes and a nice football player built. He, of course, took about zero interest in me. At all. Ever. I gave up on wooing him eventually when I met Crazy HS Ex, and we became pretty friendly by the end of senior year. We graduated. I went on with my life.

Fast forward 5 years. Its 2011 and Amy and I are out for her birthday at Mad Mark's in Schaumburg. I run into Ryan. By this time, I've graduated and become a successful whatever-I-do-for-a-living. I've grown up, more stylish and sophisticated than I was in my trampy high school years. We spent the night chatting and catching up. I am now dating the Ex so we exchange number and promise to catch up again soon.

Fast forward another year, to the present. Last night, we sat in his uncle's hot tub until the wee hours of the morning, drinking rum and crystal light. He's still trying to find out what he wants to do with his life, working labor jobs here and there. I'm living the high life in Scottsdale. He's curious about what it's like to live out here. I told him its like living on vacation.

HE IS CLEARLY INTERESTED IN ME, YET MAKES NO MOVE. NO MOVE. NOT EVEN A SNUGGLE. But my, my...how the tables have turned. Wouldn't give me the time of day in high school and now is calling and texting every day of his vacation asking to hang out, even if we're not going out at all. 

So, as I'm driving home, he's texting me about how pretty I am and how much he wanted to kiss me and blah, blah, blah....I'm not like any other girl he knows and he loves how "together" I have my life (HAHAHAHA). How I make him shy because I'm so great...blah, blah, blah.

My point is, rekindling high school romance is stupid. I've been hanging out with this guy since high school and NOW he's afraid to kiss me. I don't think I even want a kiss. What is that even going to accomplished? He's going back to Chicago and I'm here semi-permanently. I certainly do not suggest he moves here for me, that's for sure.

He still has really sparkly blue eyes though. Dammit. Bah Humbug. Why do I get myself in these situation?

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