I enjoyed seeing you at the high-school reunion. All those
memories—you were the “it” girl on campus. You got into all the
cool parties and cliques. So you really didn’t need to or want to go
out with a “nowhere guy” like me. You loved telling me that and
laughing to all of your friends about me asking you out. It was quite a
joke. You continued to party after high school. I went to college and
have a career as an engineer. I paid cash for my condo, for my vacation
condo on the Big Island, and for my Mercedes. You paid cash for your
last pack of cigarettes. I lead a bachelor’s life. You’ve got three
kids and don’t know for sure who the father of one of them is. Now
you’re ready to settle down to family life and you see the mistake you
made back in 1971. You tell me you always really liked me. And you’re
willing to let me into your life and the lives of those three crack
babies you’re trying to raise. I’m not going to laugh at you. You’re
too pathetic for that.