What happens when you Google an old lover? It can turn out well. It can turn out very well. It can turn out wonderfully!
LILY: I often thought about my high-school sweetheart. What happened to him? How is he? Did he ever get married? But I never did anything to seek him out.
He was a year ahead of me in school. We dated during my last two years of high school and for a couple of years after that. We never had a so-called break-up, you know, the "I never want to see you again" type of thing. We just drifted apart.
Well, last May I was thinking about him a lot, so much so that I Googled him. I came across an address and phone number and sat on the idea of contacting him for a couple of weeks because I was nervous. What if he was married? What if he didn't remember who I was after 27 years? All these things ran through my head, but I finally called him.
He was really happy to hear from me. He said he never thought about high school, but he often thought about me. No, he wasn't married, and he was living five minutes from my office. We made plans to get together a few days later and have been together ever since. I moved into his place about six months ago, and we couldn't be happier. We're almost like two giddy high-school kids.
EVAN: Looking up old flames online is best thought of as seeing what sort of bullet you dodged. There was a girl who dumped me when I enlisted in the military. We were engaged, but it didn't take her two weeks to hook up with a burger flipper (a rather old one at that) from the local fast-food franchise. I got my Dear John letter about two months later.
When I came back to town after my enlistment was up, I saw her and "burger flipper" around town once or twice a year until I graduated and moved, and I really didn't think much of her. I was in other relationships over the years and tended to not look back and romanticize the "what if" scenarios.
As my 20-year school reunion started to draw close, I saw her name on a reunion website and sent her an email. The next morning, I received a response that caught me up on the previous 20 years. I was glad not to have been a part of it. "Soap opera" and "you can't make this stuff up" were pretty much the only thoughts that went through my mind as I read through page after page of trailer-trash remembrances of all the various tragedies of her life.
Then there were the pictures. Gone was the model-pretty girl I was going to marry, replaced by a whale standing next to one the dumbest looking men I've ever seen in my life (I don't know what "burger flipper" does now, but apparently it doesn't require any higher mental faculties). Unfortunately, the kids tended to look like him as well. The unibrow is apparently a popular look back home.
Curious, I used Google Earth to see where they lived. It's not a trailer park so much as just a trailer in the middle of nowhere, where land prices border on free. When I showed it to my wife, she patted me on the shoulder and told me to count my blessings.
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