Memory Lane

I just had a trip down memory lane.

This week I’ve been going through my stuff in the garage trying to clean it out and get rid of the junk. Well I’ve found a bunch of crap I’ve been looking for, stuff I had forgotten about, and things I didn’t even know existed.

Take for instance, a mini silver lunch box with a butterfly on it that I used my freshman year to carry various fun things in. I opened it up and was shocked to find it crammed with tons of memories. Some were notes that I had kept telling of a conversation I had with some girlfriend about what guys we thought were hot. Others were of trying to find a way to pass the time in a boring class. I had saved a picture of some guy I couldn’t remember the last name of. A ticket stub to a movie that I had seen with a group of girls was in there. There was even a ribbon commemorating the birth of someone’s sister or niece.

I only read a note here and there. I couldn’t believe how many notes I had crammed in there. Some were even from maybe seventh and eighth grade. People’s names kept popping up here and there that I hadn’t thought of in years. It was crazy to think back over such simpler times.

After getting a third of the way through this collection I had found a piece of paper with the guy’s name on it. You know the one in the picture that I couldn’t think of his last name. Not to mention I had already read a ‘pass it back and forth’ note talking about him, which I thought was about another boy with his first name. It was all coming back to me now. This was one of the guys in my freshman year that I had a huge crush on, that someone told him about, and he became angry and didn’t want to be my friend anymore. That note was between me and his girlfriend at the time talking about her being angry at him for him being angry with me. I know; such teen drama angst. Can we say soap opera? I hadn’t thought about him in years. I even have his full name, address, and phone number that his girlfriend at the time gave me when we were trying to get us back on good terms. How crazy is that?

Looking back, it’s good to know I had good taste in men back then as I do now. He was a hottie. In fact he even looks like this guy I know now that I don’ get along with so well. But the guy from now is too young to be him. That would have been too weird if he turned out to be gay, and ran into me giving me a different name.

This also got me started thinking about all the guys I had crushes on in school over the years. Like I said, I had great taste in guys, and it wasn’t always for the jock. I liked artists and band guys. What a frustrating time that was. Not one gay to hook up with, let alone him be hot. Ok I take that back, there was this one guys, who was not cute at all. He was the only one who ever wanted to date me, as well as hook up with me. However I wasn’t into him at all. I wish there was a way to remember all the guys I had a thing for, look them up, and see if the are still as hot now as when I went to school with them. Better yet, see if any of them are hot and gay.

I also miss all my old girlfriends. If it weren’t for them I’d never have made it through school with my sanity. I never had many guy friends. I’d maybe end up with one per year. It was the many girlfriends who stood up for me and drove off the gay bashers that made school endurable. They were some cool chicks. All of them were creative and talented in their own way. I’m sure today each and every one of them has a best gay friend. Luckily for me, I get claim to being the first gay best friend. I guess that’s what happens when you’re the first of your own kind while in school. You get to be the first something that people get introduced to and learn to respect as a person.

Ok, enough rambling. It’s late and I have other things I need to get done. I guess I’ll post this and continue reading through various things I’ve found in the garage that I brought in. I’m sure I’ll come across more. I’m hoping to find my old junior high and high school yearbooks. That will definitely bring back some old memories. It should be mandatory that everyone have a picture in their yearbook. I hate remembering someone, then to find out that they don’t have a picture in the book; that way, after several years you can remember who the hell you went to school with, as well as their crazy name. Well I guess this is goodnight. Cheers mates.