Coincidentally, my high school boyfriend is also visiting my hometown right now. And by “coincidentally,” I mean he wrote me months ago and said, “You should come to Saginaw the week of June 17th. I’ll be there.”
So last night Cardinal, my high school swain, came over and got me. He wanted to catch up with my mother and stepfather Harry first. And then we were all, “Where are we gonna go now?”
“Where would we have gone in 10th grade?” I asked.
But we didn’t do that. We had dinner at what used to be an ice cream shop called City Dairy.
(My friend Dave worked there throughout high school. His name tag read “City Dairy Dave,” a delight I’ve never gotten over. When we were adults, he once told me that when he would be at work, being City Dairy Dave, he would listen to the song Hollywood Nights and think how it was a song about him. While it’s true my friend Dave did go on to live in Hollywood, one of the lines in the song was, “He was too far from home.”
Dave lived one block from work.)
Anyway, now the place has a new name and they serve food beyond ice cream. We noted how even though it was a pretty chilly night, people were still streaming in for ice cream like it was their last possible opportunity to eat something in a waffle cone.
Afterward, we drove to our old high school. “We had sex on that track field,” I pointed out to Cardinal.
“We did?” asked Cardinal.
“Geez. Yes. You don’t remember?”
I’d like to take this opportunity to apologize to anyone who landed on that high jump mat in 1982.
We pulled around to the back of the school where the swimming pool entrance was. I was a boys’ swim team manager and I just wanted to look through the window and see if the entrance to the pool looked the same. It did, right down to the pictures of old swimming champions in stripy trunks. Oh, how I wanted to walk in there and smell the chlorine and feel the humidity.
Then we drove past everyone’s houses that we could think of that we had been friends with in high school.
“We had sex there,” I said as we drove past one house. “We did it in the car during the party.”
“We did?” asked Cardinal.
“Geez Louise, can’t you remember any time we ever did it?” I asked.
“Not really,” said Cardinal.
We drove past my other high school boyfriend’s house, where I also had sex but not with Cardinal. Not that he’d recall if we did.
Then we drove past Cardinal’s high school best friend’s house.
“I made out with your best friend there,” I said to Cardinal. “It was one of the times we were broken up. …Geez, what is wrong with me?” I asked.
“You made out with my best friend?” Cardinal asked.
I totally did. He was a magnificent kisser.
Anyway, it got late and it was time for Cardinal to drop me off so I wouldn’t get grounded for missing curfew.
We didn’t have sex.
Not that he’d remember.