I got a couple of emails from someone I used to go to high school with. He was a year older, in the class ahead of me. I remember his name, but not so much him. He got my email on that classmates.com web site.
A few years ago I had used classmates.com to find an old friend. Jennifer was a wild girl in high school who had sex with every guy I ever went out with. Even if I just liked him, she'd nail him. Just to show me who was boss. It was a compulsion with her. And if she couldn't nail him, she'd get someone else to do it. It really used to piss me off until about 8 years ago, when I decided that this was excellent fodder for a series of short stories. The Jennifer Stories.
Writers are sneaky. When we can't get revenge, we write a story. When we can't get revenge on a guy, we write a story and make him a character in it.
With a tiny little penis.
Anyway, this guy from high school is emailing me. I think he likes me, or he used to. I am not sure. Sort of like a boyfriend that I can't remember. From a different dimension. The high school dimension.
I also recently met a cowboy. A real cowboy. Lasso and spurs and the whole bit. I'm not counting on anything working out, though. There's probably this whole "love 'em and leave 'em" rodeo sub-culture that I know nothing about... next thing you know, I'll be crying like a lone doggie on the prairie.
Texans. Little old men. Classmates. Cowboys.
Strange but true.
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