There is this girl that I know from high school that works somewhere [for the sake of her privacy in case she ever stumbles onto my blog] at UVic. When we were in high school, we had spare together, a couple classes together, hung out with some of the same people, and even played on the same ball team [too much information?]. So naturally when I saw her out of the corner of my eye, working, I had to run over and say HEY! I mean, I haven’t seen her since prom or the year after grad, since my parents left so I was super fired up about going to chat with her. I ran out of my class to where she was and like a total fool, WAVED at her and said “HEY [insert name]! How’s it going? Wow it’s been forever” with a big fat grin on my face. Much to my heartbreak this was her response:

[insert blank stare]…

[insert furrowed brow, in a type of angst]…

[insert the “i-don’t-know-why-you’re-talking-to-me-but-i-will-do-this-to-
acknowledge-you smirk]…

FOR REAL! I swear, if I was completely daft I would believe she didn’t recognize me… but the contempt that brimmed from her eyes down her cheeks to her mouth and ultimately, I am assuming, reached her fists [that would’ve punched me if we were elsewhere].

THERE IS NO WAY SHE DIDN’T RECOGNIZE ME!

In my hysteria of seeing an old “friend” I completely lost my composure, then lost my dignity as everyone around there was witnessing this would-be joyous reunion of old friends.

[insert my head falling]…

[insert colour into my cheeks that never blush]…

[insert psycho babble that I stammered to my friends on why the reunion I ran out on them for lasted only 14.25 seconds]…

Well, this happened initially about a month ago. I see her every [one day out of the week.. I won’t say which at again, risk of her reading this blog] and it’s still the same thing. She is not pleading a very convincing case of not knowing me as she pleads a very convincing case that she hates me.

I’ve spent 4 weeks explicating my brain, pouring over my yearbook [that she signed with a very wonderful passage] and rereading old journals [not really] and I cannot for the life of me figure out what I did to deserve her absolute disgust.

I guess she’s just not that into me.

[Lesson learned: I wasn’t as cool as I thought I was in high school.]