Remember me? You hated me back in high school.

17 Jul

What kind of a man hits on a guy’s wife right in front of him?

Let me rephrase that.

What kind of an asshole does shots with an old friends wife at the bar, (Didn’t know it at the time) then walks her back to her table, THEN hits on her in front of the old friend?

Pleased to meet you, My name is Bittermac.

We are back at the high school reunion again.

And, even more than I usually do, I have to remind myself that all of these people are not here just for my amusement.

Well, most of them aren’t.

This next line will piss off a few people, but I have tried to figure out how to phrase it differently and can’t.

Why were all of the women I went to high school with not this hot back in high school?

Maybe its that whole older woman thing I deal with, but there are a few that have blossomed into absolutely stunning pieces of ass.

(And I mean that in a very complimentary but entirely sexist way.)

There were several women near six feet tall, that decided to wear 6 inch heels and skin tight, lots of cleavage dresses.

The overall effect was one of intimidation and raw sexuality that has to be acknowledged, and feared, if you’re smart.

Absolutely Delicious.

Some of the women were almost wallflower types, very mild, but old enough that with only a few moments of conversation, they play the whole flirting game like Russian chess champions.

On a sad note, you also run into a few missed opportunities.

Ran into someone  that I never dated, never even talked or hung out with much, but God knows I wanted to.

Add a few decades of confidence to accentuate some honest to God earthy sensuality, and you have a knockout without an attitude.

My height too.

Ah, well. In baseball, they call it “Caught looking”.

It means that you stood there and didn’t move as the perfect pitch sailed right by.

Damn. Looks like her husband swung without hesitating and knocked it out of the park.


Moving on.

What is really interesting is when you see someone that you have not seen since you were actually last in a class in high school.

And now its been a few decades, families have been raised, and a whole lot of experience has gone on, for better or worse.

A few old acquaintances were there and nice to see they grew into their shy personalities.

And some have not changed one bit.

They are like that anti pot commercial about the two 30 something guys getting high in the basement and talking about how pot doesn’t change you, that they are the same as they were in high school?

Then mom comes in and asks if one of the guys looked for work that day?

I love that commercial.

And its inspiration was there at the reunion.

Several others that fit that description elected not to come.

It was either the entry fee to the reunion or several bags of weed for the coming week.

Its important to budget and prioritize.

(This, by the way, is based on a phone conversation two days before, don’t tell me its not like that.)

Looking back at the whole evening, it was nice to see the whole bunch that I went to school with turned out to be a pretty strong bunch.

And no fighting, that was both impressive and something we never managed to pull off back in the day.

Good times.

To be continued…PART 2 of 3




Posted by on July 17, 2012 in Uncategorized


5 responses to “Remember me? You hated me back in high school.

  1. Rockstar

    July 17, 2012 at 8:50 am

    Hey, I AM 6′ tall, have been since high school. And honest, those 5″ heels were the ONLY pair in all of Ontario Mills that weren’t fugly or boring.

    And you were awfully cute in high school… I woulda gone out with you.

    • Bittermac

      July 17, 2012 at 9:50 am

      That is such a safe comment to throw out right now and it does me absolutely no good. Senior year, good to know. Now? WTF? And you are lucky I didn’t bite your ass in that skin tight dress.

      • Rockstar

        July 17, 2012 at 8:10 pm

        It wasn’t skin tight, just clingy…

      • Bittermac

        July 17, 2012 at 8:37 pm

        I have never looked at a woman in a “Clingy” dress and thought to myself “I would like to wear her legs like a scarf. There is a difference.

      • Rockstar

        July 18, 2012 at 1:17 am

        I concede, you win. Write it down, I don’t admit defeat often.


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