Blast from the past

So, I called an old friend today. One I haven't spoken to in like 10 years. Just because I'd heard he's gone around to the dark side of the psycho moon. And, because I miss him. Sad, but true. Not in an "oh my god, I had the biggest crush on this guy and I just can't go on without talking to him" way, but an "I can't believe he's still nuts and oh my god, it's been so long...and remember when he..." kind of way. I'm not sure this was a smart move on my part. For one, I have no conclusive evidence either way on his mental state, which bothers me. I hate not being able to psycho-analyze my friends. For another, talk about flash backs! For most of them, you'd just have to have been there. However, at least one person who reads this semi-regularly was there and should be quivering in her pointed shoes right now. Not out of fear, but out of curiosity. And the suspense of plotted revenge.

See, this person has charisma. Lots of it. No kidding. The boy was capable of making people fall in love with him in seconds, become obsessed with his philosophies in an hour, and so on. No kidding. Yes, I was among one of the several who fell under his spell for a time. I was also one of the first to break it, but we still stayed friends. Then he moved away and we lost contact. No big deal until (dramatic music--kidding) I rediscovered my first husband and we decided to recycle our relationship. Again, you had to have been there, right Wendy? All I know is, maybe things don't change as much as we think they do, and all it'll take to prove my point there is a phone call to one of your own old buddies. Go ahead...I dare ya.