Hey Girl Hey: The Unexpected High School Reunion

4:17 AM

Didn't we go to high school together?

The not so familiar voice startled me. Not only was I startled by the male voice, but I immediately thought, I'm now at an age where I'm going to run into people from high school, and hear this question.

About a week ago, I was at work ignoring customers being the manager that I am, folding clothes, when I was approached by a guy I'd gone to high school with. It was two days before the BET Awards, and the Beverly Center was crowded like it always is the weekend of any award show. I usually try to get out of working around this time because of the people I know I'll run into. I'm still not completely over all of the bullshit I saw during All-Star weekend.

Anyway, I turned around and gave him the best fake smile I could find from deep within. I remembered him. I remembered him because he use to flirt with me, and even then, I would ignore him. He was a junior when I was a freshman, and if my memory serves me right, he was on the football team. This guy smiled, and began talking to me in what I believe he thought was a smooth and soothing voice. It did not soothe me. 

Him: Didn't we go to high school together?

Me: *blank stare*

Him: You went to (enter name of HS I'd rather forget)

Me: Yes

Him: Yeah, I remember you.

Me: Yes, I remember you too.

Him: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Are you on Facebook?

Me: Uh...yeah, I am.

Him: Alright then, I'ma hit you up on there."

Me: *blinks twice* OK

I'ma hit you up on Facebook? I guess this is the new, Can I give you a call later?

He then walks out of my store and is greeted by someone else we seemed to have gone to high school with. She's much more excited to see him than I had been. She's returning his smile, she seems to melt into the hug that he offers, and she, unlike me, loves the fact that he has her hand in his.

While driving home later that night, I got to thinking, why are we never really prepared when we run into old classmates or our exes?

Here's the thing, I have social anxiety, I've suffered from it for as long as I can remember. I don't like being caught off guard. That day, I was feeling less than enthusiastic about going to work. I quickly decided that I wasn't putting any effort into my clothes, and my hair? Oh hey, hair clip that I run to when I don't feel like doing my hair!

When I actually put thought into what I'm going to wear, and I pull out the flat irons to straighten this lovely, yet difficult hair that I've decided to grow out, I don't see one person I know. But the moment I throw on old sweats, the tennis shoes I wear when I go hiking, and a shirt that reads Loyalty is Vintage (courtesy of Brook) I run into a freaking impromptu high school reunion. Somebody up there is really mad at me about something.

This isn't the first time I've had someone from high school approach me, but we won't talk about how it threw me off and almost forced me to run. No...we won't talk about that.

Oh, and did I forget to mention that he noticed my booty before he even saw my face? Ya'll, he remembered my butt! I don't know how I feel about this.

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