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...



Mindy

Then:
Mindy (not her real name) was my sort-of girlfriend in high school.  She was more of a friend I experimented with sexually in her bedroom every Saturday between when we got back from a movie and when I left to head home before my curfew. 

She transferred to my school when her parents moved to Louisiana during our senior year, and she stood out because she was well-read and very outgoing.  She started college the summer after we graduated.  I didn't start school for another year.  I started going out with another girl/friend around that time. 

A little later in the summer I ran into her again at Walmart where she was working.  She bitched about the teachers and claimed she wasn't getting the grades she deserved.  Lost touch with her after that, but I knew her dad was transferred again less than a year later, this time to Houston, I think.


Now:
Totally butch lesbian (complete with obligatory motorcycle and camo jacket) living with her partner in rural Missouri. One of the pictures features Mindy opening an xmas present given to her by her partner.  Can you guess what it was?  Yep, flannel.

She never finished college (no indication exactly when she dropped out; I'm guessing her second semester or less).  Her blog is rife with the posturing sarcasm that got her precisely nowhere with anyone years ago, and apparently is getting her roughly the same mileage today.  She does state she's hoping to hear from people she went to high school with.  Hmmmm.  I'll pass.


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

The haircut looks good.  I'm more attracted to you now than ever, which could be a good thing since all you need is an experience with the right guy to turn you.  No, wait.  That didn't work last time.  Damn.  Well, thanks for the tomboy fixation you left me with.

-Alex.


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