Ok, so a friend tagged me on Facebook to post a list of 25 "random" or "weird" things about myself on my profile...so I did. Little did I know the uproar I would cause regarding a certain boyfriend I had in junior high.
Let me just start by saying that our hometown has a population of about 6000 (maybe 7000 by now). There were 86 of us in my high school graduating class. (We had 86 in '86 - catchy, huh?!) Multiply that by 4 grades and you have about 400 students in the high school. Junior high was 7th and 8th grade...so, let's figure no more than 200 students. Of course, everyone knows everyone else. You can't get away with much because somebody's parents will find out and yours will in turn.
So, anyway, back to the Facebook post...
#10 on my list of 25 things was: "I still wonder why my junior high boyfriend broke up with me."
WOW! I think I probably got more questions about that single statement than a celebrity in a Barbara Walters interview.
"Who was it?"
I tried to just quietly email the first friend who asked with the answer and a few extraneous notes about the situation. Then another friend asked...I emailed her too. More and more people wanted to know. At that point, I succumbed to the fact that it was just easier to post my little secret on the note.
There it was. The name of the 14 year old who broke my heart, out in the open for everyone to see.
He's not on Facebook, as far as I know. (Of course I've put his name in the Facebook search bar!) He moved up to 9th grade, which was at the high school; I moved up to 8th. 7th grade had a whole new crop of boys to pick from!! There were 2 that year that earned "boyfriend" status. They are both on Facebook and are my "Facebook friends." We've never chatted about those junior high days...I'll venture to say we never will. I enjoy the fact that I have those memories and we'll leave it at that.
Oh, did I forget to mention that my oldest son is in the 7th grade?! Yes, I am afraid!
1 comment:
Isn't it funny the people we look up on Facebook?
Since you are now a mother of a 7th grader, have you come to understand that maybe even your JH boyfriend doesn't know why he broke up with you? He was a boy...there doesn't have to be a good reason. I broke up with a guy because he gave me a purple clown as a gift. Hated the color purple, hated clowns even more.
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