I knew a chick with that name way back.
She was a weird nerdy girl. Parents she struck me as hippies. Same small town I was living in. Grade 7 and 8. She actually liked me then. She was weird, but she kind of turned me on the way she would walk around class in pantyhose no shoes. It was one of those things “???, but hot?… I’m confused” her nappy head, nerd glasses. She looked like the daughter of hippies
Then she had a glow up in high school and sort of looked down on my burn out a**. Which made her not hot to me at all. And to that I say “meh… no loss, honestly” I didn’t care anyway.
Now since then, many years, 30 years, close to 30 years, I’ve changed. I didn’t like myself then. I’m better now. I grew into a man. I shed a few the it’s that were bringing me down, I like myself all these years later. I better everything. I even think I’m better looking.
It was funny, I was working at the local airport on the ramp, a ramp agent, and it was an interesting, challenging adventure. I hated a lot of people I worked with, even though I wasn’t an active hater, I hated, and with good reason. That’s not to say I didn’t like and love too, just that it was a 50/50 love hate ratio, which means too many people I dislike, who dislike me for my enjoyment. But all in all, I enjoyed the experience. So anyway, while I was there, I would see all kinds of people coming through, sometimes once. It was even Celebrities. I was in the same room as Paul Stanley, Doc Macghee (sp?) And Tommy Thayer, with Gene Simmons, Shannon and Sophie out waiting in a SUV. I watched Kim Coats walk past me to board a plane. I had no idea who he was, my work bud was like “hey man, what’s up?” Shook his hand. Every once in a while it was funny to see the snotty bit he’s who were too good for me in high school and act like I don’t know them, while standing there smirking looking right at them. Talking to the lady I work with boarding them. She was one of those. I saw another one from high school who was not even my type. I thought she was pretty. Super high class. Not snotty, she was probably nice but she was hanging with the jocks and the cheerleaders. The “high society” of the school. I am a pot smoking long hair, looks like I have a d ad animal on my head. A burn out. A smoker. A rocker. A dumbass. Now that we’ve all grown up, everyone can look around, life experience, not judge based on “class” for me it’s like “ehhhhh, meh…. Just meh…” not judging, but meh..
