How often do we come across someone from say, primary school on Facebook and just plain wondered how they were doing or what they've been up to over the years? Then you FIND them and think, holy shit, she used to be a cheerleader and now she looks like an ogre! I mean, I'm not an 'old woman' but I'd like to think that people my age should still look similar to just a few years back. Hell, when I look at photos of myself from when I was about 13, I look younger now than I did then, but then we're talking the 90s. EVERYONE looked older then. Seriously though, that guy you thought was hot couldn't get in a letter jacket, even if it was taped around him and that cheerleader is now using her skirt as a scrunchie.
Sorry, but I'm one of those people that over time has taken some form or smug satisfaction watching the mighty fall. Not a whole lot has changed about me since I was a child other than the fact that my hair has changed colours about 800 times and I grew tits. Admittedly, growing tits was a step up from being that flat chested girl that wore no makeup. Tits gave me the confidence to wear makeup and shake something most girls in my class didn't have yet (and will probably NEVER have). BUT, some have them now, only they're hanging to the floor. I've always been a 'thick' or chubby girl, so no one can say I've gained too much weight, and I've never had a wrinkle or pimple decide to randomly appear unless I'm really confused and squish my nose or forehead up. Here I am, trying to keep this about me and stay positive, when the fact is, there are stereotypes flying EVERYWHERE.
A month or so ago, I found the guy who took my virginity on Facebook. Now, thinking back, I was young and he was handsome. He was a player of the worst kind and fucked anything with a hymen. Yep, he preferred virgins. I think I mentioned this guy years back in an old blog post but I can't be bothered to find it.
I often wondered what happened to him. Did he end up with the hot girls that he got to shag when he was in high school? Did he end up dead in a ditch for fucking someone elses' girl? Nope. He ended up 800 pounds, looking for work with 10 kids and had no clue who I was when I contacted him on Facebook to see if he remembered me. His exact words..."Yeah, can't say I remember you. There are two girls in your profile pic. Which one is you?" Uh...The one that LOOKS JUST LIKE I DID WHEN YOU MET ME and decided to take my virginity.... I've decided that boy I cried over and thought would be the love of my life, ended up trying to be the whitest reggae singer EVER with 10 fucking kids and a redneck wife that looks like she could've been a cheerleader about, eh, 20 years ago but I bet her toothless mouth gives a great blowjob these days... Man, he was someone's dream husband; sure as hell not mine...
God bless facebook and it letting you know how BAD your life could've been if you kept stalking the person you thought was the love of your life.
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