All Hallows Grim

      I rarely join Blog Hops/parties/etc.  Mostly because I hate committment (yes I am a Marine and am married to my ONE and ONLY husband, and YES I still have committment issues.).  Because I usually find that I want to post other things outside of what's "required" for the blog hop.  And because I forget.  A lot. 

      But I found this one too hard to resist, 1) because it centers around Halloween/Sahmhain, 2.) because it has almost no rules at all (WooHoo), and 3.) because I love Magalay (our lovely - if occassionally demented - hostess over at Pagan Culture).

      The only thing I had to do was post a post about Halloween/All Hallow's Eve/Samhain/ETC by today (putting things off to the last minute = the way I roll).  This will not be my only Halloween related post, and I'll probably slap the blog party button up on any more I do between now and the 31st, but this is my start:

      It's All About the Spooky

      I love Halloween.  It is quite possibly my favorite holiday.  I thoroughly enjoy a lot of holidays, but there is something truely special about Halloween.  Something near and dear to my heart.  And when it comes to Halloween, I'm a bit of a fundamentalist.  (I know, who ever would have guessed I'd ever call myself a fundamentalist anything?)

     It's true.  Just like you have those people who run around all during the Solstice holidays exclaiming that their particular religion's take is THE only acceptable way to look at the season - I'm not going to get into it now, but be ready come December to hear how I feel about people who want to tell me my kids shouldn't expect a visit from Santa just because I am not a Christian.  *Ahem*

      And yet, come Halloween, I go all righteous on the matter.  Because it's just so OBVIOUS:

Halloween is meant to be Scary!

      I mean, come ON, people.  Let's just stop with all this smiling, happy pumpkins and kids dressed up as princesses NONESENSE.  For real.

      Fall is my favorite season, and for most of it, I love beautiful displays of organges, reds, golds, and browns.  Pumpkins and gourds and straw. 

      But come the few days around Halloween, I want BLACK.  I want Black and orange.  I want cobwebs and ripped gauze and blood spattered walls.  Give me gore.  Give me creepy.

      On a cool, crisp Halloween night, I want to see happy kids dressed up as goblins and warewolves running happily from house to house - but still looking back over their shoulders from time to time; peering into the shadows with just that trace, that icy ribbon of fear weaving it's way through the merriment.

      After all, the veil is thin.  If the ghosts and monsters are ever going to be about, it will be tonight.  If mischeif is going to be worked, it's going to be worked tonight.

      Growing up, Halloween was a hallowed event.  Every year the excitement was high as we went to the basement and the shed and pulled out all the Halloween stuff (and we had TONS, the shed was darn near full of decorations and in the basement we had boxes and boxes of costume supplies and body parts).  We would set up the graveyard, with real-looking worn down old tombstones (not of the cartoon-y crap and there were enough of them that it actually looked like a small church graveyard).  We would put up the hanged man in the graveyard.  On the night of Halloween, add a little dry ice and the effect was chilling. 

      For the adult party, we also had a working "rack" - for stretching torture vitims, though our rack only had a gory dummy on it.  There was a full size pendulum blade (as in The Pit and the Pendulum) stained with blood that swung over a horrificly disemboweled dummy.  There was a massive mad scientist setup behind the bar.  There was a coffin with a VERY real looking dead body inside.  And then there were all the other touches - rats and bats that moved, spiders and cobwebs everywhere, bloody handprints here and there.  This party was EPIC.

      And our Halloween costumes?  No chance in heck you'd ever catch us in some chinsy, cutesy, store bought crap.  We always went as something spooky, and it was usually a lot of work.  Even in KINDERGARTEN when I went as a witch, I had a very realistic fake nose that my dad painstakingly applied with liquid latex - real movie magic type stuff, none of this stick on schtick for us.  I can still remember so clearly every year waking up so very, very early Halloween mornings - usually around 4am so my dad could spend an hour or so getting us ready before he left for work.  I remember the cold of liquid latex being dabbed on, the tickle of liquid colodian in my nose, the stickiness of fake blood.  It is creepy and weird, but they are dear, dear memories to me.

      For me, a REAL Halloween costume itches, smells like colodian and spray paint, and is either hard to sit down or eat in.

       And man did I have some GREAT Halloween costumes.  I mean, awesome enough that people I went to school with STILL mention them to me now, 10 years later.  Two different people brought them up at my reunion last month! 

      Of course, that was back in the day when you could still wear good Halloween costumes to school.

      This tape (and eventually the CD) - which is, by the way the BEST scary CD I have EVER heard still to this day - would play over and over through most of December.  Granted, when I was younger, parts of it terrified the hell out of me, but I refused to admit it.

      Many of my fondest and clearest memories are from Halloweens growing up.  Tonight I'm going to scan in a couple pictures of old Halloween costumes and add them to this post.  Be sure to check it out when I republish it.

Reunited

      The 10 year High School Reunion was a smashing success.  I know everyone's dying to see pictures of me with random people I knew 10 years ago.

      Leading up to it, I was super excited.  I had been looking forward to my reunion for 12 years.  Yes, I'm such a nostalgia junkie that I was already looking forward to my reunion before I even graduated high school.  But then when the day of the reunion actually rolled around, I became completely apathetic about the whole thing.  I was having fun hanging out with the Fam.  We went to the local Harvest Festival and the car show, and we were having a really nice, chill day.  I was really surprised at my lack of excitment. 

      We finally pried ourselves away and got ready for the reunion.  And, let me tell you, I looked GOOD.  Sure, it's conceited, but whatever, it's true.  MacGvyer bought me a new dress for the night (he's even better at shopping for me than I am!), and it fit just right.  I put on just a touch of eye make-up, and we were off.  We decided at the last minute to check into a hotel nearby that some of our other friends were staying in even though it worried me leaving Flintstone without either of us overnight.  In the end, I was SUPER glad we did. 

I swear I looked a lot better than I do here .  . .

     We met up with a couple friends at the hotel and walked over to the piano bar where the ruinion was taking place.  When we walked in, I looked around and thought, "WTF?  I don't know any of these people."  Which is a little strange given the fact that I had a very small graduating class and I know half of them on Facebook.

      So we went upstairs to where the reunion was :-) and the first person I made eye contact with when I walked in was an old friend I used to party with - who also happened to be an old friend of Evil Ex's.  A moment of panic struck me.  I know at least a couple people from high school read my blog even though it's supposed to be anonymous and whatnot.  The LAST thing I wanted was to deal with any Evil Ex drama that night - or ever.  But the moment washed away quickly as a huge smile broke over that friend's face and he greeted me excitedly.

      From then on, it was a whole bunch of happy, excited greetings, reminiscing, and catching up.  There were so many people there I was so happy to see and there wasn't a single person there I didn't want to see.  It was so great to see so many of my old friends from high school, and I was thrilled that there wasn't any of the drama I had been worried might present itself.

      Well, almost.  There was one bit of drama, but it stayed very low key.  A friend of mine from high school who had always had a crush on me (who is WELL aware that I am happily married and was there with his fiancee), who has always viewed our relationship as a sort of a "star-crossed" thing did push the boundaries a little.

      I wasn't wuite sure how seeing him would go down.  Though we never dated, we flirted heavily in high school.  We came very close to getting together a couple times, but the timing just never worked out.  I've mentioned this particular friend to me.  He's the one who played me the song Drops of Jupiter by Train while waxing poetic about unrequited love.  I was dating a friend of his at the time, and even though we both knew exactly what we were talking about, even then I dispised the idea of cheating.

     Shortly after we graduated, he declared his deep love for me in a letter, but alas, the timing was off again and "it was too painful" for him to stay in touch with me.

      A few years after that, we started sending some friendly emails back and forth, but he put a stop to it saying that he felt that being in touch with me was a threat to his new relationship even though I lived 500 miles away and was not interested in being in a relationship with him.  Surely, I told him, I wasn't a threat.  "You'll always be a threat."  And that was it.

     SO, now we've been Facebook buddies for a year or so.  As it turns out, I'm friends with his fiancee through other channels.  I'm happily married.  Things are cool.  Finally all the drama - for as much fun as it is to get a little nostalgic about - is over.

      We said a fleeting hi to each other in passing, then went about our nights.  Later - after much drinking had been done by all - I was standing, talking to a friend and her husband about who knows what, when a hand slides across my VERY LOWER back and a person I assume to be MacGyver stands next to me.

      Except it's not MacGvyer.  Ahem.  I was so taken aback, I didn't even know how to react.  I didn't exactly want to draw attention to it.  After all, I had had a few glasses of wine and thought maybe I had been imagining it.  But then, as he's talking to us, his hand keeps brushing my bare thigh, just below my skirt.  I immediately saw someone I just HAD to talk to and was off.  Didn't think much else of it.  It was probably a mistake, and no one had noticed it.

      At least, I thought no one had noticed it.  Later, my friend's husband told me that they had both very clearly seen it.  And apparently I hadn't hidden my thoughts quite as well as I thought I had.  "I thought you were going to smash your wine glass on his face!"  he told me.  Ha.  Oops.  Well at least I DIDN'T . . .

      And honestly, I was a little flattered, too.  Actually, I was flattered a lot of times over the course of the whole night.  I mean, isn't that what these things are all about?  "Oh, my gosh, it's so great to see you; you look amazing; I can't believe what you've been up to," and so on.

      I took it all with a grain of salt.  Flattery is enjoyable, but not very substantive.  There were only two compliments I received that I took seriously, and I am STILL super tickled by them.  An old friend who is super smart, extremely pretty, and has done great things with herself education and career wise since we graduated told me that in her opinion I was the most successful person at the reunion.  How amazing is that?  I don't care if there were only 10 people there, that is such a super sweet thing for anyone to say, I probably squeezed her guts out hugging her.  I am NOT trying to say that was true.  Just how happy I was that someone thought so.

      Then, a few days ago NotDonna told me that I was the hottest female at the reunion.  Now, I don't actually believe this for a second.  I even pointed out to her who the hottest female at the reception actually was.  But it was so sweet of her to say.  And being with everyone from high school, I will say this (braggy though it may be): I have aged well (so far!).  There are a lot of days when I get down on myself, feeling old, feeling out of shape, feeling like I have huge circles under my eyes.  But really, standing in that room, and looking at pictures, I haven't changed much since high school.  I really haven't.  I weigh the same as when I graduated (even though it's distributed a little differently - better, if I do say so myself); I don't have "mom hair," I've stayed fit.  No, I wasn't the hottest female at the reunion, but I've taken care of myself pretty well.

      Not that that means much or makes me any better than anyone else, but come on.  It was my high school reunion!

Chatting with NotDonna

      Really, my favorite meaningless triumph of the night came a few hours in as I was standing watching MacGvyer, NotDonna's husband The Engineer, and the husband of another friend (the one who made the comment about the wine glass above) talk to each other.  And it dawned on me.  They were EASILY the three hottest guys in the room.  Seriously.  If you had told me in high school that I would be thin and successful at my high school reuntion, I would have been happy but not shocked.  But there is no chance in Hell that I would ever have believed that NotDonna, ShortOne, and I would have the HOTTEST husbands at the reunion, bar none.  Even hotter than ANY guy in our class.

Hottest guys at the reunion

      But, man was it true.  And that tickled me more than anything else could have.  Shallow and pointless as it may be.  It's just one of those crazy tricks that fate plays.  We weren't popular.  We weren't unpopular, but we weren't the prettiest girls out to get the handsomest husbands.  What an interesting turn of fate.  (Not to mention an enjoyable one).

      After the "official" reunion ended, the party continued and MacGyver and I found ourselves on the dance floor.  A whole lot of our history is tied up in dancing.  MacGvyer and I dance very well together, though when we've both been drinking it tends to get somewhat provacative.  I'm told there was a fair bit of watching going on.  This maybe should flatter me, but really I just find it embarassing as hell.  Even if our dancing was super impressive, I'm not thrilled at the idea of being watched. C'est la vie.

      After we retired from dancing, we decided to hang out back at the hotel with some friends, but were stopped on the way out. 

THIS is the last thing I remember at the reunion.  Then suddenly we were back at the hotel . . .

       I did a couple shots, then we were miraculously back at the hotel.  Don't know how that happened . . .

      We hung out with ShortOne and her hubs for a while before turning in for the night only to enjoy a wonderful complimentary breakfast (I am a complete sucker for complimentary breakfast) and a late check out in the morning.  Flintstone had a fine night, well taken care of by Uncle Boo and Nan.  Nan was ready for a nap since Flintstone apparently decided he wanted to walk from the house to the Crick and back (which is not a short walk) - over and over again.

      Now I can't wait for the 20 year!



I was also possibly the least photogenic person at the reunion.



High School

     So I started writing a post about my 10 year high school reunion, but we haven't uploaded the pictures yet, and for some reason I just can't get into the post.  I had done this meme that I was going to post before the reunion and then forgot about, so guess what?  Instead of writing a real post you get this cop out crap that no one ever reads.  Meme Fun!!!

1. Did you date someone from your school senior year?
Yep.  Evil Ex.  Now that I think of it, I think he was the only guy I dated in high school who actually went to our school . . .

2. Did you marry someone from your high school(s)?
Thank freaking bob No.

3. Did you car pool to school?
Yes, I drove my little brother, Boo, and two other boys to school in my yellow 1973 VW bug with the red peace sign and blue flower on the door.  We rocked out to cassette tapes of Meatloaf or a mixed tape that included Limp Bizkit and Marilyn Manson.

4. What kind of car did you drive?
See above.

5. What kind of car do you have now?
A 2005 Mazda Speed3 Hatchback.  Yeah, not quite as cool.  But I also have my 1976 Mustang II Cobra 302 and am seriously playing with the idea of getting rid of the Mazda and getting a “new” old bug.

6. It's Friday night... where were you (in high school)?
Either on the phone with NotDonna, hanging out with some assortment of my 6 closest girlfriends, working, or drinking someone under the table.  Yes, I was a lush my Jr. and Sr. years.  I got it out of my system early.

7. It is Friday night... where are you (now)?
Engaging in some sort of family fun, hanging out with girlfriends, or on a date with MacGvyer.

8. What kind of job did you have in high school?
I hosted then waited tables at Perkins, I waited tables at Big Boy, I worked maintenance at a golf course, and I made pizzas at the local pizza place.  These were not all at the same time, but they did tend to overlap.  I almost always had 2 jobs.

9. What kind of job do you do now?
Marine. Lawyer. Mommy. Wife.  Right?  Ha.

10. Were you a party animal?
That depends on your definition.  By and large, I was a very “good” kid.  I was a great student.  I didn’t cause problems at school – from what I remember.  I didn’t go NEAR drugs of any kind (well, except perfectly legal ephedrine once in a while before the fed nixed that one).  I didn’t go “all the way.”  Overall, I was a goody two shoes.  With a massive drinking problem.  Well, I’m not sure I would have considered it a problem.  I only drank on weekends; I never drove when I was drinking; and it never effected my schooling.  But MAN did I DRINK.  Just the thought of what and how much I drank back then makes my stomach turn a little.  I threw some of the BEST parties.  And I may have been called a “bad influence” once or twice.  So sure, a little bit of a party animal.  Sort of a werewolf type party animal.

11. Were you considered a flirt?
I don’t know if flirt would be the word for it.  I was a total make-out wh*re in High School.  I became very adept at juggling boys – except that one time when I accidentally ended up with three dates at the same party – or maybe my two dates to Jr prom . . .

12. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?I was a total band geek.  Trumpet – 7 years.
13. Were you a nerd?
Probably.  I did really well in school, blew away every standardized test and was really socially awkward in my school (I’m still not sure why I was so much more awkward in school than out).

14. Did you get suspended or expelled?
Nope.  I got detention once in 6^th grade for not doing my math homework.

15. Can you sing the fight song?
I can sing a lot of it.  I can still play the whole thing on the trumpet.  Actually, I had a dream last night that had the fight song in it . . .  Huh.  That’s really weird . . .

16. Who was/were your favorite teacher(s)?
Mr. Fisher – Algebra and Pre-Calc (may he rest in peace); Mr. Yurick – Soc/Psych; Mr. Dummer – British Lit.  I’d say they were my very favorite, but I generally got along with my teachers and really enjoyed most of my classes.  Except French.  I DID NOT get along with THAT teacher.  Or the assistant principle.  By the time I graduated, he was under orders from the Principle (who I loved) not to talk to me.  Ever.

17. Where did you sit during lunch?Second or third table from the far back wall all the way to the right.  Next to NotDonna and across from Dingee.  Sr. year we all sat at the Sr. table.
18. What was your school's full name?
None of your business.  But it’s a very generic one.

19. When did you graduate?
2001 (10 years ago!!!)

20. What was your school mascot?
Vikings

21. If you could go back and do it again, would you?
I loved High School, so I’d enjoy doing it again, but I wouldn’t change a thing and I like my life now even more.

22. Did you have fun at Prom?
I went to prom Sophomore, jr, and sr years and had a blast every time.  Jr year is my favorite story because I had 2 dates.

23. Do you still talk to your prom date?
I’m FB friends with my date from sophomore year, but I haven’t spoken to him in years.  I don’t speak to any of the other ones.

24. Who was your best friend?
There was a group of 6 of us who were inseparable, but I was ALWAYS closest to NotDonna.  I was also really good friends with a couple of the guys I worked at the pizza place with.

25. What did you want to be when you grew up?
NOT a lawyer.  Go figure.  Most of the time I think I wanted to be a neurobiologist.

26. Any regrets?
Nope.  None that I can think of.

27. Biggest fashion mistake?
Oh goodness.  Hmmm . . .  I didn’t really wear anything too outrageous that I can remember.  Maybe the red sunglasses I wore all the time – even to prom.

28. Favorite fashion trend?
Peasant tops and bell bottoms.

29. Are you going to your next reunion?
Hell yes.

30. Who did you have a secret crush on?
I had a less than secret crush on a guy named Danny.  I also had crushes on Evil Ex and a guy named Jim.

31. Did you date your crush?Only Evil Ex.  Though I did come kinda close with Jim, too.
32. Did you lose your virginity in high school?
What a nosy question.  I did, not long before graduation.

33. Were you voted “most likely to” anything?
I don’t think so.

34. Who do you still talk to from high school?NotDonna mainly, but I still keep in touch with a number of people on FB.
35. Did you fall in love in high school?
Hell no.  Thank heavens.   ;-)

As always, I'm refraining from tagging anyone with this meme, but please, please join in!  I freaking love Q&A memes and I love to hear everyone else's answers.  Plus, I love stories from High School.  So join in!  And drop me a comment to let me know if you do!

Countdown to 3

      August 23rd, one week from yesterday, is MacGyver and my 3 year wedding anniversary.  My intention had been to do a whole week of "MacGyver and Me" or relationship related posts.  The only problem with this plan is that I'm on Grass Week for the Range AGAIN, so I may not have much time to post at all.

      Nevertheless, I'm excited about our anniversary.  I doubt we'll do much on the actual day of, since it falls on a Teusday - a Teusday on which I am on the range AND conducting and Article 32 hearing in the afternoon.  So I'm going to be BEAT at the end of that day.  I'm not sure what we're doing that weekend, but I know it will be something good - especially since we have Boo staying with us, so we don't have to worry about leaving the kidders!  I'm pretty sure whatever it is, it will involve wine.

      The "traditional" 3rd anniversary gift is leather.  If you haven't picked it up yet from my Ethical Eating posts, I'm not a huge fan of leather.  (I miss it, though.  I used to love leather, and let me tell you I can really pull off some leather pants).  But I am confident that MacGvyer will be pleased with his gift - so long as it fits.  They don't make them in exactly his size . . .

      Today, the anniversary still feels worlds away.  Like I said, we don't even know exactly what we're doing that weekend.  So I think I'll kick off this "Anniversary Countdown" with a little stroll down memory lane:

      MacGyver and I both waited tables while attending Purdue.  That's where we met.  It was somewhere around 2003/04 (you'd think I'd remember exactly, but honestly I'd have to check my old diaries).  We were a couple for a little while then we were just *ahem* good friends *ahem* for a year or so . . .  You can find more details, including the first kiss, here.

      We lost touch for a while when I moved away for Law School, but started talking again in '06.  Talking quickly turned into planning, which led to visiting, and before we knew it, we were in a whirlwind long-distance relationship.  (More details)

      We moved in together in Brooklyn the summer of 2007.

      He proposed 7 months later, March of '08.

      We got married in a torrential downpour 5 months after he proposed, on August 23rd 2008.

It had been sunny all day.

Until the moment the Ceremony was supposed to start.

They say rain on your wedding day is good luck.
We must be pretty danged lucky.

They say a wet knot is harder to untie.

"I am NOT coming out there."

      That first year, the whirlwind really began:  I took the NY Bar exam.  I went on Active Duty.  We moved to VA.  I worked as in Civil Law then in Trial (as a prosecutor).  We bought a house.  I started TBS.  LOTS of stuff. 

      For our First Anniversary, I we went to a wine tasting and I wrote him a poem. Gag.  And I couldn't resist putting the dress back on.

      Year two was just as crazy, if not more so.  TBS was just an aweful hell debacle, but I finished.  Got promoted to Captain (in the field, moto).  Was taken on a Surprise trip!  I got pregnant, and we moved 3 times.

      On our Second Anniversary I waxed poetic about deeply knowing another person.  Gag.  And our midwife dropped off the birth pool.  I was full term.
     
      This year, we haven't moved a single time.  Punky, who attended three 1st grades in one year and 2 second grades the next, didn't have to change schools a single time this year.  However, life was completely different.

      MacGyer is still the best husband ever.  He still surprises me often with wonderful romantic gestures.  We're even more in love than we were years ago.  If you're really intersted in the romantic progression of our life over the last few years, I suggest clicking here.

      Be ready for all sorts of gag worthy moments in the week to come.

Obscene

If you went to my high school, I would really rather you didn't read this particular post as I'm kinda banking on the anonymity here.

If you've added Cheap Wine and Cookies on Facebook (and if you have FB but haven't "liked" Cheap Wine and Cookies or followed on Networked Blogs - wtf are you waiting for?  Pretty pretty please do - see below.), then you may already know about this:

Last night, I uploaded some pictures from our weekend onto my real FB page.  This was one of them*:

We had just gotten done playing in the fountain, so my hair is not exactly spectacular, but I still love this picture.

This morning, I saw that I had some photo comments so I hopped on quick to check them.  In addition to a couple of lovely comments from friends, someone I thought was a friend wrote this:

"really!! i thought the birthing pictures were enough." 

And I thought, "She must be kidding."  I figured maybe it was a *sarcasm font* sort of moment.  But I thought about who it was coming from - a childless woman from the pretty redneck area of Michigan where I grew up.  She probably wasn't being sarcastic.

And then I got rather pissed.  What the hell is peoples' problem with breastfeeding?  It can't be the show of skin because people post all manner of bikini and boudoir shots online without giving it a second thought.  Nope, its just the backward way that people in our nation view bodies, birth, and breastfeeding.  Everything is sexualized.  Anything that isn't sexualized is sterilized, sanitized, and marginalized.

This is not going to be a long exposition on how ill our culture is when it comes to birth, breastfeeding, parenting, and body image.  If you want me to direct you to some, I'd be happy to.  They're all over the internet.  It's a well known, well documented, and very sad fact.

This post is just to vent a little steam, and to say 2 things:

If you don't like my effing pictures, don't freaking look at them.

If you can't seperate breastfeeding from sex and obscenity, you need to take a hard look at your own self image and psyche.

The woman who wrote this, as I've already said, is childless and obviously thoroughly uneducated about motherhood.  But that's no excuse, especially considering the foul, sexually explicit jokes her fiance (who used to be completely in love with me, by the way**) posts all over FB.

This one was just totally out of left field.  I get that there are probably some people who weren't too excited about the birth pictures, but that's fine, they didn't have to look at them.  All of them were in albums, so it's not like they posted straight to the newsfeed or anything (same with the pic above), so one would actually have to open the album to see them.  I just don't get people who take issue with breastfeeding photos.  Thankfully, after that I got 20 or so positive comments on that same photo (but you can't see those comments because they're on my "real" FB page).

*I intend to post more of them in a future post.

**  We had a very intense star-crossed sort of thing in high school and a bit while I was in college.  We were very close friends and at one point he confessed his deep feelings for me in a very moving letter, but I was involved with someone else at the time and we all know how I feel about cheating.  It was hard, though, because I had feelings for him, too.  A couple years later we got back in touch, but he ended up cutting off communication with me, saying he was in a new relationship and didn't think there was any way he could make things work with someone else while still talking to me.  I told him I was 500 miles away and involved with someone else, so I wasn't much of a threat.  He wrote back simply, "You'll always be a threat."

I'm tempted to see if that email is still floating around the internet somewhere.  It was all very poingniant and dramatic.  Our relationship was nothing but a series of near misses over a number of years, but I came away with some great memories.  I still smile every time I hear Drops of Jupiter by Train.  It was on the radio in his car one night when he gave me a ride home from work, and he did everything by skywrite that the somg was about me.  Sadly, I was dating a friend of his at the time.

We've recently gotten in touch.  I think we've both grown and changed enough over the years that I am indeed not a threat, and I certainly can't ever imagine dating him now - even if I were single.  He's no longer really my type and he's happily engaged.  But he's still a great friend, and the history is still there.

All that said, the girlfriend would probably be irate if she ever read this, even though it's just whistful nostalgia, so I may end up taking it down eventually.