(Before I get into it, I would just like to say that the reason for my lack of posts lately is because I have really just been too busy and preoccupied to keep up my online dating. So I haven't actually met up with or corresponded with anyone new lately. I haven't given up, I'm just taking a little break. So this story actually has nothing to do with online dating but may provide some humor nonetheless.)
So I went out with a couple of friends of mine last weekend and we ended up crashing one of my friends' work parties at an Asian Karaoke bar. As soon as we arrived, I realized that my grade 9 ex-boyfriend was belting out the Backstreet Boys on the microphone. He recognized me right away, even though it had been years since we've seen each other or talked, and I wasn't sure what kind of reception he would give me based on how things were left between us all those years ago.
But after his rendition of "As Long As You Love Me", he came up to me right away to chat and catch up. I think he even greeted me with a hug (I was already pretty smashed by this point so I'm a little hazy on the greeting details). Anyhow, we got to talking about all the people from junior high/high school that we're still in touch with and then he introduced me to some of his friends at the party and immediately told them about our 2 week grade 9 romance.
So back in the day, we were both in the school band together. He played bassoon. I played saxophone. A match made in heaven, right? And I kind of knew he liked me and I think he knew I liked him, so when we were at band camp together (so lame, I know) he asked me to be his girlfriend one night on the back of the hay ride. I said yes and was a smitten kitten the rest of the weekend.
So he told this story to all his friends, which I thought was pretty cute, especially because you can imagine the jokes we got about hooking up at band camp (in our defence, this was pre-American Pie), but then he ended the story by shouting with indignation: "AND YOU BROKE UP WITH ME THROUGH A NOTE YOU PASSED ME IN SCIENCE CLASS!!!"
After hamming it up and playing the poor, hurt, dumped little boy, I was able to not only apologize but explain to him the reason why I broke up with him. You see, this is one of those incidents that I've always felt kind of bad about, because he was a really nice kid who didn't deserve to be dumped via a note (keep in mind, this was in junior high). But I explained to him that the break-up note was totally logical because his sister told my sister's best friend who told my sister who told me that he was thinking of breaking up with me. So the science class break-up was a completely rational, pre-emptive move to save my rep, right?
He denied ever telling his sister that he wanted to break up with me and in hindsight, I can see that maybe, just maybe, whatever he did tell his sister got lost in translation. So I was able to make amends and sleep soundly that night (which was probably also due to the obscene amount of vodka cranberries I drank that evening).
The moral of the story is that it's never too late to apologize for your previous bad dating behavior. I think Band-Camp-Boy and I might even go for lunch one of these days.
Bedefined: on what he's really good at - "Resourceful, philosophical, conservative/recycling, everything i touch turns to gold"
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