The Undead Past

I have taken a bit of a hiatus from my ramblings. To my reader, I apologize.

It has taken me a while to come back to this, as I didn't think I had anything "post-worthy". It finally dawned on me that NONE of my historical rants were particularly worthy, so I am just going to bite the bullet.

The bullet this Sunday afternoon is one of a past that will not stay in the past.

I received a postcard notifying me of my 20 year high school reunion in Saturday's mail. That is horrifying enough, but the cherry on this little sundae was another email from yet another ex-boyfriend. Between these two blasts from the 80's, I am waiting for the third portion of this unholy triumvirate.

Does this happen to other people? Do your exes rear their heads periodically, checking on you? It must be a mid-life crisis thing. The email this weekend is from a guy that I didn't date past about 1991. I haven't heard from him (maybe 7 years) for longer than we originally dated (maybe 3-4 years?).

His email address had a college domain name, but not the one where I thought he was comfortably ensconced. It feels mean spirited, but part of me is tickled by the thought of him in a small Midwestern town, probably snowed in right now. Maybe that is why I got Googled; cabin fever.

I replied to his inquiry. It was one of those, "Hey, J, is this you?" emails. I responded in the affirmative, but didn't say much else. Let's see what happens, shall we?