Classic Girl

Vacation has brought forth a series of reconnects via Facebook. Much like blogging, I've been resistant to online networking. My MySpace page has been lying dormant in cyberspace for some time. Despite this, I set up a Facebook page. The "friends" began rolling in almost instantly. At first I accepted requests from everyone , but I've decided I need to be more selective. I'm not the "collector" type; I'm not going to request someone because a friend of a friend has them on their list and we met a few times. I like quality, not quantity.
Quality:
Drifter. Drifter was a close friend throughout my school days, but we quickly lost touch after graduation. She was one of my 1st FB friends. After several emails and chat sessions, Drifter assertively committed me to dinner and drinks. Monday night was spent catching up over potent $2 margaritas. It was fantastic. We discovered who we truly were to one another 15 plus years ago.
First. First is exactly that: my first sexual partner. I was hesitant and fearful to contact him, but the noncommittal nature of an email won out in the end. Overnight, I was enthusiastically accepted back into his life. Again, emails and chats have quelled my curiosity. I have found him to be happy, healthy and exactly who I've held in my memory.
Out. A rabid social networker who pounced on me on MySpace and again on FB. Out was a high school acquaintance. Shy, quiet, there, but insignificant to most. My one solid memory of him is the day he boldly approached me in class and blurted, "You have beautiful eyes." My esteemless teenage girl never forgot that. Out came out to me two nights ago. Maybe this was an inappropriate response, but I quickly typed: "I know you are hon."
That night I found myself thinking about someone I have severely missed. The next morning I typed her name into the search box and with baited breath awaited the results. Three people into the list, I found her. Again, I was promptly met with a welcomed reunion.
CG and I chatted for well over 3 hours last night. She is as absolutely gorgeous and amazing as I remember. It's as though that 17 year old girl has been frozen in time only having gained the experience and maturity that time often brings. CG and I voraciously filled the wide gap between then and now. I even went so far as to confess that she had never left my thoughts and that I had a true and heartfelt love for her. The feelings were mutual as it turns out. At 1am I went to bed with the warm satisfaction of feeling full. I giddily pined to the Other Half until we drifted off.
I'm sure at this point opinions have been formed and questions are eating their way to the surface. This would be similar to the reactions I frequently get when I share that I am in regular contact with X. I realize some people have no desire to reconnect with the past, be it positive or negative. Others may feel reintroducing certain people into their present life could threaten what they have. I feel that's a lack of security in who they, or the people around them, are.
With each of these people, I have discovered a common theme: Despite what I have always believed, I too, was significant and memorable to them.
My experiences with each, some more significant than others, led me to where I am today. I value their places in my life and am grateful to have them back in this new form of friendship.