...better than you know yourself, it can get scary. My friend Meredith graced the Midwest and my family with a visit from her home in New York City this past weekend.
At one point we were driving and talking about music. I was telling her about a group that I love, Dashboard Confessional, and how for some reason the lead singer stirs me up in emotional and physical ways that should not even be described. Don't worry, my husband knows all of this and rolls his eyes every time we are listening to or talking about Dashboard Confessional. I was telling Meredith that I had no idea why I felt this way about this man, because he is not particularly attractive and is probably a celebrity jerk.
This is when Meredith turned to me and said, "Uh. Because he looks like M.W. from high school."
She nailed that one so hard that my mouth fell open. This boy from high school was dark and mysterious, beautiful and quiet, and had me running in adolescent circles for three years. In fact, we even went on a date and he asked me out for a second date. I declined. Standing within two feet of this boy gave me every heart attack symptom in the book, even at age 16. This was a good choice, but I did continue to worship him from afar for the remainder of high school. I'd like to hear a psychological analysis of that one.
As an aside, all of my friends from high school who read this blog are laughing, I know. There was not a person who did not know how M.W. crazy I was.
So, thanks Meredith for helping me figure me out. Again.
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Ahh, M.W.
Wow, blast from the past on that one. I bet he's even hotter now.
One of the most amazing things about lifelong friendships is that they are always there to remind you of what was and what contributed to what is now. You are always my mirror and I'm happy, every once in a while, to be that for you! I love you, Meredith
wait a second, those were MY high school initials! are you sure you aren't talking about me? it is true that our first date was magical -- running in to the street at night to check out the blood (er, road paint), eating burger king, playing with the kitty...
no, seriously though...m.w.... purrrrrrrrr.
I was hoping to make a few friends laugh, but I see I have stirred up some good memories of M.W!
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