Oy vey. Classmates.com will only lead to trouble. It's true.

So, you know - I am reading the little small town Dallas New Era last week (you know, THE place to be seen here in lovely small town Georgia) and I see this annoucement for the ten year class reunion for the 1995 high school class. SO. I think:
WOW.
How old are we?
Just think Rach, in two years - I'll be going to such.
Yikes.
Wow.
Things change, don't they?
So - I am thinking ALLLLL these things and the deadly thought comes into my head that I should email my high school semi-sweetheart (only "semi" because we only dated for like, a year and a few months - other than that, my total high school sweetheart) and tell him that his reunion is about to happen. I mean, I think he doesn't live here - but, you know - I am only guessing that - as every single friend I ever see asks me how he is... HELLO... I married someone else... anyway... so - I was thinking a nice thought. A do a good deed thought.

So.

I sent him an email through Classmates.com. You know - it was just nice. Hi, how are you, I am still here in town, everyone asks about you, if you want the class reunion stuff tell me and I will send it. Yadda yadda yadda. I even included two (2) :-)'s.

So, you know... I get this email today that he's read my email. HE READ THE EMAIL. Mind you, he was never supposed to actually read it.. I was just supposed to send it and never know if he READ it.. but, apparently Classmates is nice enough to inform you of these things via email... I now have knots in my stomach and feel like I am suddenly sixteen again - you know, reverting back to those days of no responsibility and ... ok - well, I was a BIT of a princess, but you know... I am just bothered that he read it - not bothered in a bad way - just well, what if he's thinking I am crazy or forlorn, or something awful. What if he's laughing because I sent it? What if, what if, what if. I even went back and reread the email to make sure it was totally neutral. I am sure it was.

And let me just tell you... after almost ten years and being married and two children later - I was madly in love with this boy. It took me MOVING away from home to finally get over it and move on with my life. MOVING, I tell you. I doubt he felt the same way about me - considering my "level of goody-goody and princess like behavior", but - I should have left well enough alone. Just - left it right where it was. Maybe.

On the complete other side of the insane psychoanalytical (oooohh... I REALLLY hope I spelled that big word correctly) Rachael, it was fun to send him an email. And, I am sure that my intentions were only read as sincere. I mean, let's hope so.

Hmmm. I think I have to go and call Jim now or something... he has a way with bringing back to reality -or, he could just totally piss me off and that would do it too.. did I mention that he's showing up here next week to pick up the girls and take them to Chuck E Cheese? ARRGG!! I hate DisneyDad. He's much better on a consistent basis.

I have to go and look through the "high school box" now.

So - the moral of this story - stay away from those classmate reuniting places. Just kidding. Just don't send emails.

Rachael