I’m reconnecting with so many people on facebook. College classmates, past coworkers, graduate schoolmates, and recently, high school classmates. My most recent connection: the guy who took me out on my first date ever, with whom I had fajitas for the first time in my life. It was a disastrous outing–any poise I had in the classroom at school went out the window in a semi-romantic setting: I talked a mile a minute, and gobbled down ten fajitas.
And came home to a father who was FURIOUS at me for having snuck out on a date.
The guy stuck his hand out to shake my father’s hand–my father refused it (he was THAT mad).
Now? It’s a distant memory. I’m happily married. He’s happily married, too, with two children. And he’s now a rabbi.