Ask and Ye Shall Receive!

Dear Lisa,

While I was in a mind to save you for later, your post on my wall gave me a “no time like the present” bit of encouragement. While I certainly hope this doesn’t mean you will stop reading, I think in a lot of ways you probably have better things to do with your time.

So, that being said! Man we are old. You were in many regards my first attempt at being a boyfriend. Though I clearly had no idea what that was at the time (and surely am clueless now in many ways) I did what I could given my intellectual and emotional disadvantages. Everything is so fuzzy from back then. I remember snippets of things and settings, as if I am recalling stories some one told me. For example I seem to recall a lot of beastie boys, green, and fountain pop. I also recall basement carpet, hoodies of mysterious origin, and a basket ball game or two. I vaguely remember your sister hating my guts, and your dad squeezing my hand very hard when I shook it. I also remember you having chipmunk face from your wisdom teeth (I think) and you being brutally (though adorably) awkward about it.

Between you and Theresa I became aware of what a functioning family looks like, and also seem to remember generally wanting to beat to death any guy that talked to the two of you. So maybe boyfriend was a bad choice, I probably would have made a more suitable brother, as it seems it turned out any how.

I have had very little if any interaction with you on Fb. Though just seeing your name and face kick in the ol’ nostalgia gland pretty hard. There are sometimes I wish we all could still be hanging out in your parents basement doodling or what not, but alas we all have to get sucky jobs and move on with life so there it be. Obviously there are a million ways for you to contact me should you be so inclined, and I have to say I have no bad memories about us “dating” which is certainly more than I can say for just about every relationship since then…so that is something =)

Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,

Curt