I am sure we all have stories about how we have reconnected to lost friends and acquaintances through social networking websites like MySpace and Facebook. I know that I have had my share. The other day though I got in touch with a couple of ladies that I knew back in college. No, these were not old college girlfriends or anything like that but just friends of the female persuasion.
When I rediscover an old mate it always brings back those stories that could have been lost forever. When I begin to wax nostalgic regarding those times at MTSU (I call them LeBlanc: The College Years) I get a bit depressed.
In Facebook I ran into Fua. Fua was related to me in the Greek sense. I pledged Beta as a freshman which allowed me to meet (too) many people. Fua was my big brother’s little sister. Big brothers were to be sort of mentors to us young fellas and little sisters were the ladies that hung around the fraternity house on a regular basis. Fua was a good friend to Little Harry’s future momma so that is how we were all connected. Another hanger-on and friend to Fua was Lisa. Lisa is now one of my new Facebook buddies.
When I think of Lisa one of my all time favorite “drunk at college” stories pops into my head. One of my very best friends (who shall remain nameless since I am not sure if he wants to be called out publicly or not) and I were attached at the hip. We lived together, we had classes together, we pledged together, we got drunk together, blah blah blah. So one evening it was decided that I, along with LH’s future mom, would visit a club called Main Street (do ya’ll remember that place?) with my roomie buddy and Lisa.
(Faces blacked out to protect the not-so innocent.)
Now to fully understand the story you must know that my friend was completely smitten with Lisa to the point of almost unhealthiness. Also, it makes it more interesting to know that we were shit-faced inebriated to the hilt. The story goes that the four of us were sitting around a table with some country tunes blaring through our heads when for one reason or another, probably to get a refresher drink, Lisa excused herself from the group.
At this moment my boy thought it prudent to oggle her as she shook her thing across the bar then do something that would stay with us for the rest of eternity. He looked both ways as if crossing a street, leaned ever so slightly downwards towards Lisa’s now vacant stool, took a deep breath and exhaled. He bent over to the point where his nose was basically touching the leather covered seat and proceeded to completely fill his nostrils with the scent that was left behind on her chair by her…uh…behind. Yep, he sniffed her seat! Of course this led to finger pointing and laughing, etc.
Years later conversations have begun with the line: “Dude, remember when you sniffed that chick’s chair?” Completely embarrassing to say the least.
Anyway with the help of these social networking sites stories like this can forever be etched into the realms of our memories (like I could really forget that one). As far as the depression bit well that is a bit of an intriguing piece of information. In 1993 I left MTSU forever. I engulfed myself fully into the job market and, oh yeah I became a dad to Little Harry. The bad part is that if I would have waited only one more year The School Girl would have been a student at my college. I always think that maybe I would have met her then and we could have started our love affair sooner instead of waiting almost a decade.
I am sure that meeting and eventually marrying her was God’s plan. It’s just that I tried my best to muck it up. Luckily, he steered me back in her direction. The thing is if I didn’t screw it up royally we would not have celebrated this wonderful moment in time.
