Saturday, May 28, 2011

Facebook: You Can Run, But You Can't Hide - 5/28/2011

Last week, through the miracle of Facebook, I was contacted by a woman that I once dated, but hadn’t spoken to in 17 years. I know what you are thinking: one of my sperm had matured and now needed a kidney and/or a college education. No, she contacted me because I had been on her mind for nearly two decades. Well, she hadn’t pined away too much; as she has been married for the last 10 years to the same guy she was dating when I met her. He must be a real catch if someone like me can hold her interest. I am not the kind of man who holds a woman’s attention through the checkout line at Costco.

When I was assured that she was not tracking me down to kill me, I relaxed and enjoyed the contact. It was not nearly as awkward as one would expect.

Lucky for her that there are only three people named Rick Wainright on Facebook, and one of them is my son. I did not have the same good fortune while searching for my old Air Force friend, John Smith. There are nearly 80,000 of them, but I remain optimistic.

I remembered this woman fondly, but she has detailed memories of our short time together that I had long forgotten. And it seems that she was somewhat distraught when I packed up and moved without telling her or even saying goodbye. I honestly had no idea that I meant more to her than a port in the storm. Though it gives me a warm feeling to have someone nearly 2,000 miles and a lifetime away remembering me, I am also very sorry that I ended up hurting her by my absence and thoughtlessness. I have chosen to live a solitary life, but occasionally take comfort in the company of others. I guess I never considered the possibility that others have also taken solace in my companionship.

I want to take this time to somewhat publicly apologize to any woman who found herself in the path of my willy-nilly journey to the abyss. And a word of advice to women: if you like a guy, you might mention it to him before he moves on to the next thing. We don’t tend to be too perceptive and our attention span is very short.

But I take a little satisfaction in thinking of her thinking of me as her husband is trying to give her a good rogering. I never liked the little shit anyway.

10 comments:

Steve Pethel said...

Hahahaha.

Nadja said...

Nice, especially love your closing. ;)

Chris said...

Wow. Life is funny sometimes.

myrtle beached whale said...

And not so funny at other times.

Forgetfulone said...

Thank goodness she wasn't just stalking you! LOL I like the way you ended this post, too.

I would think their would be more Rick Wainwrights (sorry about the spelling) than 3. I've tried to find some old friends on FB with no luck. But I easily find the ones I really don't care about! Isn't that the way life is?

myrtle beached whale said...

There might be some with that spelling, but not spelled correctly.

Shammi said...

:D :D

Songwraith said...

"It's a Wonderful Life" in May?

Go Figure said...

Whale: I never did take solace in your companionship but, since the statute of limitations has run, I can say that I did take one of your beers on a baseball trip. Ha!

myrtle beached whale said...

You bastard!! Who was it that had the Redman on road trips? I think we were in Libby Montana and I tried it for the first (and last) time. I think I am still puking that stuff up.