My life is a YA novel today. No, really.
I've been helping to organize a reunion party for the cast members of GODSPELL from my high school days (potentially scary, right?). So it's a small cast -- just 10 -- but it's been challenging tracking down the last couple of people.
Our "Jesus" was the most elusive. I finally came up with a name and address that I thought MIGHT be him. (Mind you, I'd done extensive stalking. We're talking old wedding announcements, family members, looking up his middle name in the year book--oh, yeah. I'm good at this.)
This was a physical mailing address, so I had to, yanno, write a note. On paper. With a pen. And send it in the mail. With a stamp.
And, of course, I had no idea the whole time if I'd actually gotten the right guy.
This morning, I got an email from him.
Yep. I FOUND HIM. (I was going to say I FOUND JESUS, but that felt out of context.) He seemed delighted that I'd found him, and expressed true regret that he won't be able to come to our reunion.
He also said that he thinks of me from time to time, and that it always brings a smile to his face.
He also said he'd love to chat on the phone.
Have I mentioned that THIS IS THE FIRST GUY WHO EVER KISSED ME?
Right. He broke my heart eons ago. And now he wants to chat on the phone.
What should I say?
"So, when you said you loved me, what, exactly, did you mean by that?"
"You probably didn't realize I saw you kissing that other girl in the hallway a few weeks after you'd dropped me like a stone. Without actually TELLING me you'd dropped me."
"That time you stopped the car so you could sing along with the love song that came on the radio, just for me? Yeah. I still think of you when I hear that song. And it's not a warm fuzzy."
Seriously, I'm being dramatic. (It's all true. Really. It just doesn't bother me anymore.) I'm just wondering whether I can handle the level of weirdness that will definitely occur during a phone call. I'm also wondering if Mr. A will want to sit by me while I'm talking to "Jesus".
What would you do?
(Don't you love these totally off-the-cuff, nothing-to-do-with-writing Friday Fricassees? Just channeling my inner teen this morning.)
(In short: help!)