When I was in junior high school, I was not the paragon of cool I have since become. Whereas now people come to me for tips on how to be on the edge of cutting edge, whereas now I define hip and trendy, back then I might have been on the geeky side.
Like, say, the geekiest girl in school. I was fortunate, however, to find myself a boyfriend. That’s because there were a few male geeks, as well. And, the geekiest boy and the geekiest girl, well, it made sense.
On paper, at least. We decided to “go out” with each other for a couple of weeks in October, until I broke up with him right before the Halloween dance because I was afraid we’d have to kiss each other.
Thinking I was free and clear, I went off to the dance in my Cyndi Lauper costume. And he showed up dressed as an ameba, which, with the gift of hindsight, I recognize as a rather inspired costume.
Unfortunately, I spent the rest of the year fending off the nickname “Paramecium.” Thanks, dude. You brought me down with you.
Recently, we have reconnected through Facebook. And he is married with a child. He runs a very successful hobby shop. He writes a newspaper column and has a collection those columns out in book form.
I have long since forgiven him for saddling me with the reputation of a single-celled organism in junior high. I am just happy to know that, as the old people always predicted, it’s the geeks who have ended up with the good life.