Posted on 02/05/2018 12:51:40 PM PST by sodpoodle
The 60th High School Reunion
He was a widower and she a widow. They had known each other for a number of years, having been high school classmates and having attended class reunions in the past, without fail.
This 60th anniversary of their class, the widower and the widow made a foursome with two other singles. They had a wonderful evening, their spirits high, with the widower throwing admiring glances across the table . . . and the widow smiling coyly back at him.
Finally during one dance, he picked up courage to ask her, "Will you marry me?
After about 6 seconds of careful consideration, she answered, "Yes.... yes I will!"
Needless to say, the evening ended on a happy note for the widower. However, the next morning he was troubled. Did she say Yes or did she say No? He couldn't remember. Try as he would, he just could not recall. He went over-and-over the conversation of the previous evening, but his mind was blank. He remembered asking the question, but for the life of him could not recall her response.
With fear and trepidation, he picked up the phone and called her. First, he explained that he couldn't remember as well as he used to. Then he reviewed the past evening. As he gained a little more courage, he then inquired of her, "When I asked if you would marry me, did you say .Yes or did you say No? "Why you silly man, she replied, I said Yes. Yes I will! And I meant it with all my heart!" The widower was delighted. He felt his heart skip a beat. Then she continued. "And I'm so glad you called, because I couldn't remember who asked me.
My question was ‘when did he insect overlords kidnap all my friends ad replace them with these fat gray haired old people?’
my Father always stayed away from reunions.
After 50 years, I finally got him to accompany me (since I took a degree from the same college, I just told him I wanted the pleasure of his company to MY reunion....and he...very very very hesitantly...consented). I guess he figured that he was safe from whatever he was so terrified of re-encountering,given the long time and the 400 miles distance of this event from the campus.
Not more than a few minutes after we arrived (there must have been a couple thousand people there, with the school’s marching band toot toot tooting at FULL volume, when suddenly an high-pitched shriek arose from clear across the field (at least 100 meters distant), screaming out my Dad’s name like an air raid siren.....................Father immediately grabbed me, yanking me at Full Trot right through the marching band and assembled spectators.. back to the car... and demanding that I “step on it FAST!” ..I felt like I was Al Capone fleeing the scene of a bank robbery from Elliot Ness and the Feds..............
... we barely managed to snake our way down the hill to the main road ahead of his, apparent, Femme Fatale from the previous century.
or something like that.
He never would talk about it. Not a word. No explanation of discussion whatsoever. It “never happened!”
And obviously, he NEVER would attend any further alumni functions.
There are apparently some very good reasons not to attend such functions, just saying...
I actually organized and staged five of them myself with a couple of girlfriends from school. I had a ball at all of them.
From my experience with all of my reunions, if you had a poor expereince in high school, you won't enjoy the reunions. They're not for everybody.
My 50th was two years ago. Haven’t been to one.
Hehe, that was pretty funny.
I wouldn’t go to one if they paid me LOL.
Hilarious vignette !
That being said, I am surprised at all of the negative comments here about class reunions. It almost seems that most posters had a very bad high school experience.
There were 927 people in my high school class.
I can count on one hand the one’s I would be at all interested in seeing again.
I recently saw a picture on the internet of a girl I used to date back in college. She is successful but she looks awful. Every time I think about her and that picture I am grateful that I did not continue the relationship.
Oh, and after 40 years, I bet you’re a real good-looker too.
Me, too!
I don’t think I’ve seen three people from high school since the day I graduated.
Heck, the school itself doesn’t even exist anymore. It’s been almost 40 years. I have no clue if they even had any reunions.
That’s me: not like high school. College great.
“...Oh, and after 40 years, I bet you’re a real good-looker too....”
LMAO...well, my wife thinks I am....at least thats what she tells me....LOL
We all age for sure...some of us do so gracefully. Others...not so much.
FWIW, I may not be as good as many times as I once was, but I’m as good once as I ever was....LOL
This was nice.
See my post #44 on this thread.
Missed my 10th (on a military deployment); went to my 20th, saw a bunch of folks who thought they were still kings and queens of the prom—hadn’t matured a bit since high school.
Spent most of the evening talking with the only members of my class who made the service a career; a just-retired Navy CPO who shipped out for basic a week after our graduation, and one of our best football players who found his calling in the Army (I was Air Force).
Never received an invitation for my 30th; later learned that my class decided to stop holding reunions after the 20th—probably the best decision we ever made.
I think it depends a great deal on the type of high school you went to, my wife went to a huge HS in Kansas City, never went to a reunion. I went to a small HS in Nebraska, knew everybody, attend some reunions. We have quite a few very successful people but thankfully no braggers to speak of.
When you go to a small school it’s almost like cousins, a whole different deal IMHO.
I went to my 40th reunion a few years ago and the butch lesbian doctor that had testified before Congress did not show up. The girl that I hated, despised and had been the bane of my existence had killed herself a few years before.
All in all, it was a great experience and I am still fb friends with from 40 or 50 former classmates of the Class of 72, with a several more from upper and lower classes. After all, who could forget the old higgmeister?
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