Time heals all wounds, apparently
When I was in high school, I had a frenemy. I don't think the word "frenemy" had been invented yet, but he was it. He dated two of my friends and so we hung out quite a lot, but I always disliked him. He and I butted heads many times, a few of which particularly stand out.
1. He once chased me all over Erin's house trying to tickle me. Many of you know that I hate being tickled; I do not use the word hate here lightly. Be certain that I was not coyly running away or giggling, saying, "Oh no, don't tickle me!" the way that teen girls have been known to do. I held a chair between us and eventually brandished a butter knife in my attempt to keep him from touching me. The next day at school, he told everyone that I had thrown a chair at him and stabbed him.
2. He threatened to kick me out of his car on a random Bellevue street in the middle of the night because I had flipped the armrest in the middle of the backseat of his car up. Apparently, he liked it to be down. A lot.
3. I called him a rapist. The friend he was dating at that time told us he forced her, although she was a bit melodramatic so it's hard to say. I still called him a rapist in public.
Does this sound like the kind of person who would, even ten years later, look back on me fondly? No, I wouldn't think so. Yet he sent me a Facebook friend request just today, with this note attached:
"Good morning to you, Ms. Sarah. Life is good, we're not in high school, and you're one of the few from those days I enjoyed being around! Hope all is well with you."
Can I get a "WTF"?
1. He once chased me all over Erin's house trying to tickle me. Many of you know that I hate being tickled; I do not use the word hate here lightly. Be certain that I was not coyly running away or giggling, saying, "Oh no, don't tickle me!" the way that teen girls have been known to do. I held a chair between us and eventually brandished a butter knife in my attempt to keep him from touching me. The next day at school, he told everyone that I had thrown a chair at him and stabbed him.
2. He threatened to kick me out of his car on a random Bellevue street in the middle of the night because I had flipped the armrest in the middle of the backseat of his car up. Apparently, he liked it to be down. A lot.
3. I called him a rapist. The friend he was dating at that time told us he forced her, although she was a bit melodramatic so it's hard to say. I still called him a rapist in public.
Does this sound like the kind of person who would, even ten years later, look back on me fondly? No, I wouldn't think so. Yet he sent me a Facebook friend request just today, with this note attached:
"Good morning to you, Ms. Sarah. Life is good, we're not in high school, and you're one of the few from those days I enjoyed being around! Hope all is well with you."
Can I get a "WTF"?