I got an e-mail this morning. It seems that a James Masters wants to be my Facebook friend. I had to think for a second and then I remember that I knew a Skip Masters back in Southern Regional High School. They say that you never forget your first of anything. First kiss, first – whatever.
Well Skip Masters was my first – whatever. He was also the first guy to stand me up for my high school prom. But I guess that would be an oxymoron because your high school prom comes only once and you can never have a second first. But anyway, I thought, if it is that James Masters, why would he want to be my friend? And, more importantly, why in the world would I want to be his friend.We never spoke after the prom, not one word. I was crushed but I never wanted to give him the satisfaction of even asking him what happened. That was forty years, thirty pounds and two marriages ago. The only thing that hasn’t changed is that I’m still living in Surf City. Okay, but I was curious enough to check out his profile.
It seems that he did go to Southern Regional. And, according to his profile, he’s divorced. I guess middle-aged nostalgia is setting in with him. I wonder if he spends his lonely nights thinking back to that wonderful romantic night in the backseat of his Chevy out near the Lighthouse. You know the place. If any of you have been there and done that, you know I’m being facetious. It wasn’t wonderful and it certainly wasn’t romantic. It was just a messy minute and a half of – ‘what happened’!!?
Maybe the guilt of what he did to me in the Chevy or the prom thing has been eating away at him all these years. Maybe he’s desperately looking for me to beg my forgiveness. Or maybe he just wants to get me back in the Chevy. Who knows?
So now I’m sitting here with my mouse in hand hovering between the accept and ignore button. The fight between the logic and romantic, the curious and the hold-a-grudge-forever mind set.
I think the analytical approach would be best. First, what can I lose? Certainly not my virginity. So, what else can I lose? Well, my time for one thing, although this isn’t the busiest time of my life socially, if you know what I mean. My last date came from a postcard saying, “Reminder – You have a date with your Dentist on Monday at eleven AM. Don’t be late”.
So, I think I could squeeze him in. Then there’s my self respect. Nah, forget that one. OK, So, I have nothing to lose. That leaves, what can I gain? Maybe he turned out to be a very successful entrepreneur and never got over me. Maybe he wants to beg my forgiveness because he became a Buddhist monk and is just trying to clean up his Karma. Who knows? Who really cares?
So I click the mouse. Okay Skip baby, let’s see what you got.
ElderChicks 
That is hilarious. It is much better than a recent experience I had. I had several emails from someone that I had really been attracted to on a group trip. Afterwards, I was very hopeful that he would realize how charming I was and amusing and begin a long distance communication via email. Two years later and all of a sudden-three messages on one day. Eagerly, I opened the first one. Nothing but an email address for medications from Canada. First on the list, Viagra. Okay, I thought, he just hit my address in error. Next message was different-email with property for sale. Okay, I thought, maybe it was one of those instances when you had to email at least ten friends to receive a bargain. I finally returned his email-no reply. I sent his next message/sales pitch to spam and just sent it back to him with ????. Again I received yet another email address. My story has no end at this time because I am still waiting for an apology/explanation, something to tell me why the interest in my email address after two years. If Skip does not work out, send him my email. LOL Seriously, he has to be better than the guy who is just trying blatantly sell me something when I am not in the market for him….
You ladies are a hoot! Loved both stories.
I love it! So how did it turn out? I’ll bet he’s gotten fat and bald and you’ll wonder what you ever saw in him. A sequel please!!!
I am so curious…..What Happened? Did you accept as a friend? Did he reply? Did he apologize? Will you be seeing him? Has a wedding date been set?
Whatever……I am just curious!
Do not torture us any longer. Details, please. Must hear what happened next!!
So, you all really want to know what happened. Okay, here is the rest of the story. We did communicate electronically a few times. After a while we set up a date to meet. I got to the appointed place and waited for over two hours. He never showed up. Déjà vu all over again. I never heard from him after that. End of Skip – End of Story.
What a total tosser!
I have never been on Facebook for these and other stories I have heard! People I knew from the past that do not have my phone number can remain in the past.
The men, the good and the “what was I thinking?” from years back can remain a memory. At 73, I am positive they are no longer the long haired head turners of yesteryear! And when I do think of those beautiful head turners, that memory still makes me smile!
I’ll skip the reality of them at 73!
So I guess we should change his name from Skip to Stutter? Or No-Show? What a loser he is. LOL
Guess he got cold feet again. Nobody needs that kind of guy. Interesting commentary on our current Facebook-ed lives!
Facebook may make it easy to”stay in touch” but in the end, for good or ill, you’re the same person you always were.