Senior prom

I recently reconnected with an old friend. We met in 7th grade (or, as we say in Canada, grade 7) and were close friends through high school. We stayed close through college, even though we went to school far away from one another, in a time that predates email. We remained in contact over the years, but although we live in the same city, we had not seen one another in 6 or 7 years. I had a lot of anger during those years apart, wondering why we were estranged.

The beauty of a 25 year friendship is the history, and the fact that the years can recede in seconds. Our conversation was a blend of past and present, reminiscing and discussing the here and now.

The most startling revelation by N was that I dumped him as my senior prom date a mere 2 weeks prior to prom. Really? This particular memory was not part of my mental memory trove. But the story was credible. We had decided to go to the prom together, then I ended up with a boyfriend, and ended up going to the prom with him, while N took a mutual friend of ours to prom. In my mind, it wasn't a big deal. I mean, we were going "as friends" and he ended up going with a friend anyhow and...

Excuses, excuses. I felt awful! I still do. Every 80s movie imaginable has THE GIRL who does this sort of thing to her best guy friend, the one who is not-so-secretly pining for her. I AM NOT THAT GIRL in the movie of my life. I'm Sam in 16 Candles, not Caroline (Haviland Morris)! I'm Veronica in Heathers, not one of the Heathers!

20 years out of highschool, but it's never over...