I read his first message over and over. And over again. What did he mean by “great memories?” I tried to remember more about him, but there was nothing. How could my brain have let go of all that?
I finally clicked on his Classmates.com profile. There was a photo of a smiling man, sitting at a table with a pizza and a bottle of red wine, about to pick up a slice. I couldn’t see any sign of the boy I knew, but he was so cute! It was a great photo – nothing flirty, just friendly. I stared at it for a long while. He had a full head of dark hair and a mustache. I love mustaches. He was trim, with lovely shoulders. I’m a sucker for shoulders. He had on jeans and a classy maroon sweater. Casual, comfortable, and nice looking. Inviting…
So I googled him. Not much there. Except for a Facebook account that listed the military as his employer. Was that the one? I didn’t want to reply on Classmates.com but here was my chance to be in touch without saying anything. I didn’t want to risk a message if it turned out to be the wrong guy. I could send him a friend request. I puzzled over whether to do that… but then I put myself in his shoes. And realized I did not want to leave him hanging. He had done everything right. I could at least reach out. That way if he turned out to be an unpleasant correspondent, I could block him and be done with it.
I decided to sleep on it. I went to work the next day and thought about it in between meetings. When I got home, I looked at everything again – his message, his photo, his blank Facebook page… and made up my mind to get in touch.
So late in the evening of August 19th, I clicked the Friend Request button and went off to bed.
I lay awake wondering if he’d friend me or message me? What did he want?