Shelia was a petite brunette with an infectious laugh. She was too cool to even be cool in high school. She was into bands others hadn’t heard about, and wore clothes others didn’t understand. I was smitten with her from the moment I met her (as were lots of other boys). We dated, briefly. Never fucked, but had some fun.
Then, after maybe a month of dating, she dumped me. When I pressed her for an answer she said it was because I was boring.
Man, that hurt, but it also inspired me. Eventually figured myself out, came into my own, moved to NYC and started making something of myself.
Flash forward to the late 2000s, Facebook is taking off, and Shelia and I reconnect. I’m finishing grad school, she’s working retail in my hometown. We chat back and forth occasionally and then one time she says she’s coming to town to see friends. I suggested we get together for a drink.
We meet at a place near my apartment. She walks in looking basically the same. A bit more of an ass, but still with a girlish look. We haven’t seen each other in years and years, but we hug and sit down for a drink. One drink turns into two, then three.