HA. And double HA. There was this guy I met in 8th grade, Dave. He is the reason I cannot call my husband Dave. He's David. Never Dave to me. Other people call him that and that's OK. Not his family though -- they call him David too. Well, anyway. This wasn't supposed to be about the husband. So yeah. This guy Dave. 8th grade. We had home ec together, of all things. He was... weird in a cute way. After that year, he disappeared. Then the next year, I saw him again -- I think at the skating rink in town, which was the big Friday Night Thing To Do because we lived in the middle of nowhere. So we'd see each other there and talk, play pinball, skate. Remember the skates? Not in-line skates. The old-school four-wheel style. Those were the days. His parents had sent him off to military boarding school. And somewhere along the way (I think the house was a tipoff), I learned his family was wealthy. Mine was not (and isn't). He'd go to school during the week an hour or so away, then come home on the weekends. I was never clear about why they'd sent him there. I'm sure it wasn't only because of getting a good education. I mean, come on. Miltary school. We were friends pretty much through high school. Then he showed up at the same college I went to. We talked a couple times, but I realized we'd gone in totally different directions. I'm a "good girl" and I could never -- and will never -- shake that. (It's OK. It's who I am. I'm fine with it.) I didn't do drugs, I didn't drink (a lot), I didn't smoke, I didn't sneak out. Well, let's just say that you name it, I didn't do it. Aside: In fact, one night when I was in high school, the phone rang really late. It was a friend's mom calling because somehow (kids never give their parents enough credit) she found out her daughter was at a party at some guy's house (his parents were out of town). She was calling my mom to tell her. But I was in my room. SO HA. End aside Where was I? Oh yes. Dave. Anyway, he was quite the opposite. He did pretty much everything I didn't do. Especially the drugs part. When he was at the military school, he always had short hair and, well, you know the type. But by college, I hardly recognized him. And I think he had gone to other colleges, but had gotten kicked out. His mother never liked me because I wasn't rich. (And she thought we were more than friends, which we never were.) He and I may have talked about this in general, but I don't really remember. What I do remember is him telling me that all the money they had was because of his stepfather. It wasn't his mother's. So I don't know why she was so snotty. But karma has a funny way of catching up with people, huh? Because I have no idea where he is or what he's doing. I've googled him and gotten nothing. Maybe he changed his name. Who knows. But I bet you $1 million dollars that he's not doing much of anything. And me? Well, I'm doing just fine. So Double HA, Dave's Mother.