When I was a sophomore in college, I was 18 years old and attending a very small, very private school in Pennsylvania. I was rooming with a wonderful lady who would grow up to be a fascinating, kindhearted woman. Someone who I still hold in high esteem. Someone who, according to her, I sexiled for an entire weekend in October of 1996. (As an interesting aside, I remember the date because that was the same weekend the X-Files Episode "Home" aired. 15 years later and I still remember that. Odd...) As a birthday present to myself, I flew my then-boyfriend from home out to see me. I rented a car from a place called Rent a Wreck and spent the weekend exploring central Pennsylvania, and each other's bodies. I remember there being longing, a few tears, and sneaking into the showers early in the morning. Beyond that, my memories of that relationship are hazy.
Fast forward half a lifetime and you find me back in my hometown, living life in different circles than my one time lover. I had recently gotten to talking with one of the maintenance men from my building at work. It came up that he knew this former lover of mine. Perhaps I could have worked on my tact a bit and said something a little more... genteel than "Oh my god! We SO used to fuck in college!" Not my smoothest moment... However, it did get a laugh, so there's that.
It wasn't long after that when I was initiated into the Scurvy Circle. Monday nights are bar night at one of the local watering holes. I had been a few times when I'm introduced to a woman who ended up being the wife of this former flame. I remember thinking, "now this could go one of several ways. It could be a bonding moment over our own notes (Does he still do that weird foot thing as he's falling asleep?), it could be a *meh* moment, or it could be catfight central." (I want half of the box office and 10% of concession sales. Just sayin'.) I said not a word. I was the new kid and didn't want to rock the boat with something that was a momentary teenage thing that, by all rights wasn't worthy of recognition beyond an momentary "Huh. Weird. ... So, anyway."
Apparently, I was wrong. Between the Facebook connection and the word of mouth about my being there got back to his ears. And this is the part where I just chuckle. I think the general impression I got from the description was panic(!). Apparently, my existence, even several people removed from his social circle, is enough to cause some disquiet in his life. Now this I find funny, and more fuel for my earning the title of Hurricane. Me? My mere presence is disruptive? Oh sir, stop feeding my ego. Really now, I have to fit it in my tiny, tiny car.