I'm not sure if it's something that happens when you reach a certain age and find yourself without a husband and children; or if it's a reaction to plain old curiousity; but lately, I find myself increasingly curious about what happened to the men I dated throughout my life. I can't help but wonder whether they became good husbands, good fathers, good men.
At least, that's what I was thinking when I "came across" my first college boyfriend on facebook. There he was looking not a day older than the day I last saw him at age 20. After three weeks I'm sure that he's not going to respond to my message; and while I can understand why he wouldn't, I can't help but feel a little hurt that he isn't just as curious.
I know we should grow out of the inadequacies that we had as children; but sometimes it surprises me that no matter how old I get I often still feel like that girl I was in high school and college. We become adults and supposedly grow out of cliques, yet we find ourselves standing outside of clubs waiting to be chosen to get in; or hanging with the right people to get invited to the right after work happy hours.
Somehow, no matter how far past our high school years we get, we can't seem to get far enough past them to actually get away.
No comments:
Post a Comment