whatcha ona bout girl??

whatcha ona bout girl??
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Wednesday, October 7, 2009

The ring, the reunion, and mowin the lawn


When I was a junior there was this cute little cheerleader. For the life of me I don’t remember how things got started. But they ended quick! I remember that! But I just do NOT remember why she broke up with me...... It didn’t even last two weeks! Somehow…..in that really short period she ended up with my class ring……cool dude….small smile…I remember she had it on a necklace …. and then on her finger….and then…………..it was gone….. ?????? FRIG!!! What DID SHE DO WITH IT??? I mean….. breakin up with a guy is one thing ……but to throw out his class ring??? What kind of creature does that?? MY CLASS RING!!! Jeesh…. dude……you would have to be a complete #$%@) to do that to a guys class ring!! Now I can’t take credit here.

Somethings missing

So for the next 20 years Im steamed AND bummed about it…… until…….I get the call….20 years later…. “Is this Trey Logan?” ……yeah …who is this? … “did you graduate in 82 from LB?” ….yeah………who IS this?...........”I found your class ring………in my yard”…….. say again?....... “I said I found your class ring in my yard”. …..I start pacing…….REALLY??? …..NO JOKE?? ……HAHA….WAIT………WHAT??? ….victory at last!!!! Yeah dude…..forget HER!! …..Dancin now…....hhmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm yeahyeahyeah…..thankyouthankyouthankyou……where are you and I’ll come and get it!.........He gives me the address and…….. I stop dancin……. “You mean ……on the corner?” ….”little white house??”…….and it hit me….I used to mow the grass there when I was in high school……it must have….. fallen off….. or something ….. yeah dude……FAIL…….
She hadn’t thrown it away…..somehow she had given it back to me and …….I LOST it!!!! ..Fan……..tastic.
Fast forward to last week. Its high school reunion planning time and there are BIG smiles and hugs long overdue when we come together. Good natured humor and familiarity take over and I am instantly transformed back to being a teenager. 27 years………gone……
We are all together to let our hair down…and drink down the past to make whole what is owed after all this time….stories of youth …….memories and yes…..class rings……. Were a tough bunch ..….survivors of infidelity….….mistreatment……..loneliness ……disappointment…. unrealized dreams ……all……….stolen by time……
She is there……and…..I am never ……..on guard…….expecting nothing other than the effortless friendship of those I trust…… the bonds of my youth are strong….. and I am still ……..a rock.
Our time is all casual together but……..She is……not herself…..I can FEEL it. Her past she keeps with her….Then the words spill “I don’t know what I want”…. “Just once I want to wake up happy” and my heart…..is FULL with pain…..but the occasion is too happy for us to take up bearing crosses and so we laugh and play, completely satisfied with the bubble we have made. No bills…….no games……no pressures….
She is facing me, her bare foot on the arm of my chair And then…….
Instinct just…….comes…….I slide my hand across the bottom of her foot and pull it to me…both thumbs …flattening her arch ……….back…. and …..forth….. while we talk round the table. The comfort between us is …….effortless …complete…..unspoken……..still her past ……dominates her thoughts..…its control …….ever present……but…

When autumn comes, it doesn’t ask.
It just walks in, where it left you last.

Bring it……..bring dreams that still live… ….some dreams you just canNOT kill dude..….some dreams will NOT die. Even if they are forgotten……or asleep…. or …..lost in high grass for 27 years. … life is rough on people these days…If you’ve lost it…..find it……nobody gets outta here without battle scars and lost rings…..but if you’re lucky…you might just find somebody to help find it…….the reunion is in 2 weeks…….

19 comments:

Carolina Girl said...

Don't even get me started about reunions and old memories...that's how my last relationship failed. It all started with the reunion. Some things are better left in the past. LOL

Seriously though, have fun!! Glad you got your ring back, that is AMAZING!

"Seattle" Heather said...

Glad your ring was found!

The love that I lost did not show up at our ten year class reunion. I've tried to find him several times...its like he disappeared.

Kimberly said...

It's called a past for a reason.

f1trey said...

@Carolina - ya know I have to admit I never saw this as a double edged sword....sorry that didnt work out darlin....interesting.....

@Seattle- ya know i was a PI in the past????? the internet is pretty fantastic a tool..im surprised you cant find him..... look again????

@ KImberly- YOure right....gotta be careful... I might have expectations that are unrealistic.....thanks girl.....

Amy said...

You are so awesome. This was a great post.

I hope you have a fabulous reunion!

f1trey said...

@Amy-- no darlin YOU are awesome...I read your posting about bringing Rileybug home...... THAT was awesome!!

SKB said...

Some say old friends/flames are ultimately the perfect relationship since the later in life you're looking the less history you'll share w/ whoever you find. Other's say old/friends/flames are ultimately the worst relationship because time takes us in such completely different directions. What I've come to realize these last weeks is that there are a lot of us out there even at this age, more than I anticipated when I was wallowing around in my own misery while envying the comfort my married friends have. It's refreshing and, somehow, encouraging, in that I know I'm not alone. I think if exploring is easy and happy and comfortable, explore but don't expect... try on for fit but don't sign to buy... time's marching so fast these days, but there's still no rush as long as your search engine is content and happy...

f1trey said...

@ SKB- no worries......and that IS a great observation... i think its important to remember that even the married bunch that you were envious of are not faring better in their relationships either...... my thinking is stunted in 8th grade.....:) I cant help it!!! to me that was when things were clear and clean........

Kimberly said...

We all have unrealistic expectations - it is human nature

April said...

How cool is it that you got your ring back?

Maybe I'm an idiot for asking this, but is the cheerleader who dumped you the girl whose foot you were rubbing?

f1trey said...

@ April- yeah I was pumped to get it back!!! ( how sad is that?) and yeah the cheerleader with the ring was the one whose foot I was rubbin..... hey ...I meant to tell you ...for some reason your site is firewalledat my work so i have to get on your blog at nite!!!! :(

April said...

Firewalled???? What's that about? I'm gonna call your boss and tell them to have the IT guys unfirewall my site! =)

f1trey said...

@ April- Im sorry darlin! they just DONT want us hookin up!!! LOL have a great weekend!!! XXX OOO

SkitzoLeezra said...

So neat that your ring was found and RETURNED! I mighta been tempted to melt it down for $!

Class rings and herpes: you never know when they'll come back.

Love, Evolution, and Resilience said...

20 Years of thinking she'd tossed the ring... So, you were half crazed no doubt! LOL! Glad you got it back. Wickedly entertaining post!

f1trey said...

@ Schitzo- you werent supposed to say anything about the herpes......OMG youd sell my ring!!!!! LOL


@ Love- thanks darlin welcome!!! the other posts are just as re.....diculous!!!

Mickey said...

donnie darko... last? but a good list!

S. Eutin said...

Aah, the classring. Yep, I remember how cool it felt to have a boys classring... I remember the first classring a boy gave to me, his name was Mark. I was a shy girl and he was a badass. Love at first sight. Wonder whatever happened to him? Uh... know anyone who used to be a PI? haha
Your posts are like poetry AND you rub feet?! My God man, where you been?

f1trey said...

@ Stacey- got the bad boy thing goin on huh? thought you were over that!!! LOL

Thanks for the sweet words!!! blushing....
Complete truth...you tell me you DONT wnat your feet touched and I will take you home immediately....

Im not a freak..I just love the thought of feets rubbin when spoonin...... :)