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Afraid of Mormons
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Date: April 30, 2017 04:33PM
I went to our 20th reunion, because I keep in touch with my high school friends, regularly, and because I don't hold out any reunion-fantasies. I was in town, visiting my parents, and having a beach vacation with my children, and my classmates chased me down and made me go. My divorce was barely final, and I didn't feel like socializing. I hadn't packed anything fancy to wear to the hotel dance--my classmates were all wealthy, but I was a penniless and jobless single mom at that point. I borrowed some of my mother's designer clothes, and went. It was one of the most interesting evenings, to reconnect with people, and see what had become of them! Most of their stories were positive.
I went alone, so I could leave when I wanted to, which was a wise decision. When I entered the lobby, I ran into a star basketball player, that all of us had a crush on. He was as good looking and charming as ever, and when and he asked me to go up to his hotel room with him, I felt a boost to my failing self-eteem. Of course, I turned him down, and went into the main room to mingle with the others. Within an hour, the basketball player was seen going up the stairs with the former head cheerleader.
Sorry to say, some of my married girl friends went to the reunion to try to hook up with old boyfriends, who were also married. I was secretly happy when they failed. I didn't go to the rest of the reunion, which lasted the entire weekend. The last night, our group of neighborhood friends got together for a "girl's night," and they were more miserable than I was. I would not have traded lives with any of them. I felt sorry for them, but I appreciated my own life more than before.
Go to your reunions! There's always something to learn!