That Was Then, This Is Now
I don’t care for reminiscing over the past. I won’t tell you about mine and I don’t want to hear about yours.
I don’t care. Your past means nothing to me. I especially don’t care to hear about your school days. School is where children go.
I’d prefer to vomit than to talk about or hear about someone’s college or high school days.
That was so long ago, I’m here now. I care about today, and tomorrow, and next month and next year. I don’t care about 14 years ago.
What a small world it is.
I had a small town girlfriend in small town Texas 14 years ago.
I was 19 years and and she was 17 years old when we met.
I was the night manager at a video rental store and she would often come in with her mother and stare at me and never say a word.
I thought she was a little “slow” because I would ask her a question and she wouldn’t be able to answer.
She had a phenomenal body though so I always enjoyed when she would come in.
Through the grapevine I heard she had a little crush on me in a way that only teenage girls can (crush isn’t the right word, obsession is a better one).
I saw her every day after that for over two years.
I had so little money that when we would order food on the dollar menu at the fast food restaurant I would make her pay half.
We never had plans to travel abroad, we didn’t even know it was possible.
We both got jobs as bank tellers at different branches of the same bank making $9 an hour.
With that money we paid for a nice apartment, two car payments, insurance, cable television etc. and I paid for my “higher education”.
We certainly never saved any money and the idea of taking a vacation would have been beyond thought.
14 years later….
I was walking down a side street in Bangkok, Thailand.
Walking towards me were two white people, a man and a woman holding hands.
I looked at the man’s face and I looked at the woman’s face. In the man’s face I saw nothing but in the woman’s face there was something I recognized.
They walked past me, I turned to get a better look at the woman. From the rear I saw she had an enormous behind.
But there was still something that couldn’t escape my head: “This girl looks familiar.”
They walked about 30 meters more and it hit me…
“I know that girl. That was my girlfriend when I was 19. We spent every day together for two years.”
It was hard to recognize her, not only because it had been over 10 years since I’d seen her, but because her ass had grown so big.
I must have been unrecognizable as well. I have put on 70 lbs in the past 10 years (my ass hasn’t grown though, it’s only been my chest, arms, lats, biceps, triceps, quadriceps, wallet and ego).
14 years ago we spent every minute together. Today, the day that counts, we walked past each other in a foreign land without saying a word.
And nothing even needed to be said.
The past is the past and I’m here now.
But, gosh, what a small world it is.