Alexplorer Goes Time Traveling...

If you're just joining this series already in progress, then it means you don't have a time machine, so here's the short version: Every Tuesday (your present), I come back from my adventures time-traveling around MySpace and fill you in on what happened to people from my past as they keep slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future.

Ah, here's one now...



Margaret

Then:
I don't know if it started with Margaret (not her real name), but to this day I've always hated artsy types.  You know the kind of girls (and they're almost always girls) who live at the whim of their whims, never beholden to logic or reason?  Margaret was like the distillation of all the feminine traits that guys (like me in particular) find annoying.  I would go so far as to say it was concentrated to a toxic dose in her which is likely why she never seemed to date anyone for very long in high school.

On the upside, she and her sisters usually had the apartment all to themselves pretty much any weekend their white trashy mom decided to crash at her boyfriend's place, so it was a convenient spot to party.  At least a couple times during our senior year we started off there until around 11pm, then we'd go into New Orleans and watch Rocky Horror, then come back and anyone who still had energy and no curfew (or at least a good alibi that they were spending the night at a friend's place) would pick up where they left off when we returned sometime after the movie let out around 2am.

My then-girlfriend Mindy had a total girl-crush on Margaret.  I swear for several months there everything out of Mindy's mouth was something about Margaret: what cds Margaret had let her borrow, what movie Margaret recommended this week, etc.  It was pretty obvious what was going on there, and you didn't need to be a time-traveler to guess Mindy would be casting Margaret in her Brokeback Mountain fantasies for decades to come.


Now:
She only recently made a MySpace profile so maybe I should cut her some slack, but much like its creator, it's heavy on aesthetics and devoid of any real content.  Still, from what it reveals we know that she ended up in about as left-wing a town in Cali as you can find (no, not SF) with all the irresponsible left-wingers she could ever want to talk about nothing over coffee with.

She lists her occupation as "artist" which is pretty much the only work you can get when you major in a hobby instead of a legitimate profession.  She indicates she's married, but I don't need to look up stats in the latest Kinsey Institute Report to lay odds she's followed a whim and a girl or two to bed.  I wonder if she can count Mindy among that number?


Hypothetical letter I'll probably never send to her:
Margaret,

I wish I knew how to quit you.

Eternally yours,

-Mindy.


Copyright 2007 Ale[x]plorer.  All photos are of the actual individuals described above because, seriously, I can't make this shit up.
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