Goooooooooooooo Greyhounds!

Karen and John met at their 25 year high school reunion.  Karen was living in Southern California and flew back to Chicago to reconnect with her classmates from Hubbard High.  She was looking forward to seeing so many of them.... other than her ex-husband, Mike, that is. 

Once in Chicago, while staying at the home of her Aunt Marge, she lost her nerve and decided to skip the reunion. She just couldn’t face Mike and his new sweetheart.  “I just don’t think I can do this, Aunt Marge.”

Aunt Marge’s reply? “For God’s sake, you flew all the way out here!  Now get off your a** and go to that reunion!!”

And so Karen did go.... alone.

 
When she arrived she was handed a name tag, to which she immediately added the inscription, “Yes, Mike is here, but we’re divorced.”

While chatting up a mutual friend, Larry, Karen was introduced to John.  “He looked like he was having so much fun!” Karen commented.  That night John was cutting up the rug, dancing the night away with one female classmate after another. So, it came as no surprise when he asked Karen to dance.

While boogying, they both learned that the other was divorced and thus “available.”  Their connection was immediate.  The only hitch was Karen was living in California, not Chicago.... As fate would have it, John was living in California also - within driving distance of Karen’s home!

After the reunion festivities wound down the pair whisked away to an after-hours party where they snuck off to a back bedroom and “made out” like teenagers.

John (the geek) and Karen canoodle....
as Mike (the jock) is kept at ba

Karen returned to her aunt’s home at 5am to find Aunt Marge still awake, sitting window-side like a sentry, awaiting her return.  Words were exchanged and Aunt Marge issued the granddaddy of all threats, “I’m gonna call your mother!”

Karen was 42 years old at the time, by the way.

The very day Karen returned home to California, John called and asked her out on a proper date.  They shuttled back and forth between their two cities of residence for 4 years until taking the plunge and marrying.  That was 12 blissful years ago.

“Not bad for a geeky guy.” John beams. In high school Mike had been a football star; John, a member of the Audio Visual Club.

It’s endearing stories like this that seriously tempt me to hit the “like” button on my alma mater’s reunion page.

Afterward: John made a point of asking me to add the following note, “The night of the reunion, when I met Karen, there were a lot of women after me... but I chose Karen.”