I know it’s been FOREVER since my last blog and I have no excuses as I have been on hiatus…again…for the last month. However, when one sits on their butt for that long, there really isn’t much to talk about.

Unless they manage to make contact with a deep dark part of their past they never expect. Which is exactly what happened to me last week and all thanks to FaceBook….

It all started when I was tagged in photo by my friend TS. It was an OLD photo from when we were in college and taken at one of his many frat parities I used to attend. I commented back lamenting over how baby-faced I was back then. It wasn’t until after I posted the comment that I noticed the photo album was not TS’, but one of his old frat mates. This particular frat mate we shall call Joe Schmoe and Joe & I had quite the history back in the day and completely lost touch with each other when he graduated. In fact I’ve pined over Joe a time or 2 in previous blogs.

He was one that I regretted not taking that extra step in advancing our relationship. The boys at the frat house often questioned on why we weren’t together and I often wondered the same myself. The years passed and I wondered what happened to Joe Schmoe and what could have happened to us if we had only been a little smarter back then.

Now 16 years later I found myself a little light headed when I realized whose FaceBook photo album I had just commented on. I took a deep breath and let it go. Joe I’m sure had vague memories of me, if any at all, as so I let it be. The next day I had an email saying, “Joe Schmoe had just added you as a friend on FaceBook. Do you know Joe Schmoe?”

DO I KNOW JOE!?! And so I responded; YES, I know Joe!

It was a Friday night and I was sitting at my computer catching up on some email when I responded to this request and my FB pops up again with an IM Chat….from Joe!

“WOW!! Imagine meeting you here! I thought you wouldn’t remember me! How are you?”

“Funny,” I responded, “I thought the same!”

And suddenly it wasn’t just Friday night. It was Friday night 16 years ago in the Tap bar, sitting in the back with Joe and I was 20 again!

Back then he was 26 and the things that stopped me from asking him for more, popped up in our conversation. His lack of direction in life seemed to still be evident and he also seemed to be clinging to that time 16 years ago and his days at the frat house and nights at the Tap. He is still single and still aimless in life. Not sure of where or who he wants to be. He’s 42 now and I was aware that the same things which made me apprehensive at age 20, still applied at age 36. My fantasies of the past were replaced with the reality of the present; the boy is still not yet a man and I (more now than ever) am a woman who desires more.

He has family in the LA are and often visits, so I’m sure I will be seeing him again at some point. All I can think of is what once was - after all he is one of the best kissers I’ve known! Yet, so sad that he seems to still be lost. I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out the next time he is in LA…