Home from work and checking my email. Tucked in amongst all the spam my filter has failed to remove, I see: "Message waiting on Friends Reunited from Peter B". My first reaction is the usual small glow of pleasure that an old friend has made the effort to get touch; swiftly followed by the second reaction: who on earth is Peter B? I rack my brains, delve a little deeper. No, it's no good. I can think of several Peters but none of them are Bs. I open the email:
Hi Julie
Remember me? I was Anne Marie H and we were best friends for a year at primary school...
Oh My God! She's had a sex change - I didn't see that coming! She hasn't, of course. She's simply using her husband's login. But what does it say about me that I immediately jumped to that conclusion? Slightly twisted, perhaps?
Anyway, it was lovely to hear from Anne Marie. I hadn't thought about her in years but as I read her email I remembered lots of things about the year we'd hung around together. It must have been 1976/1977. Charlie's Angels and Starsky and Hutch were both pretty big on TV and formed the basis of many of our playground games. I desperately wanted to be Kelly from Charlie's Angels and thought Jaclyn Smith was the most beautiful woman on earth. Lindsay Wagner must have been quite high up on our list of role models too; I remember Anne Marie getting a Bionic Woman doll, complete with a red mission pack, for her 10th birthday. I was envious beyond belief!
I'm a huge fan of Friends Reunited. I don't have a burning desire to meet up with many people from my past - I'm still in touch with most of the important ones - and yet I do wonder how people turned out; what they're up to now. I admitted to people watching and listening in on conversations in my last post and now I'm talking about checking people out on Friends Reunited... OK, hands up, I'm nosy! I think that's what appeals to me about blogging. All those glimpses into other lives... However, I can't help feeling that simply reading and slipping away again and then returning to check out the next instalment is perhaps a little furtive. I've made a conscious decision, therefore, to de-lurk. Comments boxes here I come!
Remember Me - The Zutons (Who Killed The Zutons, 2004)
About Me
MySpace
Musical Monday
2 comments:
I'm with you on this one. Aside from a reunion a while ago that actually went brilliantly, one of my best friends from age 11-18 contacted me a year or two back because he realised we were living in the same area. It turned out he'd been two streets away from me for four years and we'd never met.
By the way, I immediately thought "sex change" too. We clearly both twisted. Oh, and I'm really glad you've come out of hiding.
It's so reassuring to know that someone else is as twisted as me (I think!).
Good to hear that you had a successful reunion. Everytime I visit my parents I live in fear of bumping into certain individuals from my school days. It hasn't happened yet!
Post a Comment