I'd be undeasy. It has amazed me how within minutes, it's as if NO years have passed. I've had several occasions (that I'm not going to detail here) where I was naive, and thought "I'm old now, and he'll be an ancient bald guy" so I thought it would be almost like meeting a stranger, and certainly no attraction. Some of those teen crushes become worldly silver foxes with wealth, wisdom, and maturity. Where there was chemistry, there is still chemistry. I drag my hubby along with me now if there is any likelihood of such a reunion.
That aside, wear something tight, and enjoy being the envy every woman in that country club.
That "...like NO years have passed" thing happened when I gathered a few of us who had gone to elementary school together. It was a small school and we were all in the one class for our grade in 3rd-8th grade ...spending more time together than we did with siblings.
Within 5-10 minutes after being seated for lunch, Dennis and I--we always argued about everything--were arguing and punching each other on the upper arm-shoulder area, as we had repeatedly done +/-45 years earlier. My husband sat there, mouth agape, in awe at the stupidity of it all! LOL
I won though. Dennis had apparently spent decades bragging that he was the youngest in a class which included many who had skipped a grade...in other words, we were "the smart kids," who had ben utilized to...long story...but there were kids who were supposed to be in that grade and a few of us who were too young, but academically capable, so we filled the empty desks. The implication in this debate being that the youngest of the younger kids in that class was the smartest of the smart kids...a dubious title at best. (Anyone with kids reading this...DON'T DO THIS TO A CHILD! Being a year or two younger than one's classmates does not make for smooth social skills.)
The debate:
Me: Well, speaking as the baby in our class...
Dennis: Wait! I'm the baby.
Me: No, I am.
Dennis: What month is your birthday?
Me: January.
Dennis: Well, MINE is March.
Me: What year?
Dennis: Huh? 1946.
Me: Well, see, that makes you ten months...almost an entire year...older. Kindly hand over the Youngest Graduate Crown you've been coopting all these years to Miss 1947!
I'm too fat to wear something tight. Yes, I've lost over 100 pounds and kept it off for a dozen years. But I am still hovering at the cusp of overweight-obese and getting shorter every year isn't helping the BMI at all. So low cut will have to do. Very low cut. With a bra that employs advanced engineering techniques. Boys
will be boys.
Back to aging well...
Yup. Seventeen-year-old Kathy's Boyfriend was cute and smart and funny. He has become extremely successful, worked for a US based firm we all know. On the phone, I asked, "So what did a guy with an obscure major like yours do for Company X...in that area of Asia, no less?" Answer? "I was President." Then he retired but then worked in the Middle East running something for some Prince, and now he, along with Wife #2, successful in her own field, lives in Asia again and, just for fun, started an investment club--while you CAN buy in, it's a growing market-specific club, for as little as $100k the bulk of investments are at the $3-5mm level. So, yes...he seems to have done rather well.
Now I feel worse...AARGH!!!
