When the invitation for the 45th reunion arrived, I hadn't the heart to throw it in the trash, but instead pinned it to the corkboard. Every day for a month I stared it in the face, willing it to go away while at the same time convincing myself it was totally unimportant in the realm of "Things To DO". Its deadline approached; I caved. I went. For some unexplicit reason, I enjoyed myself! Oh, the "Clique of Bitches" who dominated our high school years were present, and the high school track Running Star attended, but more importantly we "Average Joes" outshined and outnumbered 'em! Justice was served--the "Queen Bee" was a no-show. The most eligible, sought-after guy turned into an aging hippy, complete with overgrown mustache and dangling ponytail. During high school his dance card was never empty, but yet Saturday night his presence never graced the dance floor. The majority of "The Bitches" were unescorted, divorced, and with faces declaring high mileage! Is there life after high school? You betcha! (at least for us Average Guys!)
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