sad memory, poor guy...

I'm sitting in a cafe in the town I went to high school in and I'm witnessing, innocuously, an event not very dissimilar to something that happened to me that long time ago. A nice looking guy is trying to have a conversation with a very pretty girl. Actually, they are about equal in looks but she thinks that he is not good enough for her and is letting him know why. I'm just glad there is not a bible on the table because it would remind me too much about my own experience. I don't know if high school kids take bibles to school these days or not. Strange, but the girl I am thinking about that did "this" to me, all those years ago, didn't have the courtesy this girl has in actually sitting down and listening to this guy explain himself. So kudos to her for that. Also funny is that the name of the girl that gave me the cold treatment all those years ago, came up today. Caron. I don't think I've ever heard or seen anyone else with that name in all these years. The name of the tour manager for the Siouxie and the Banshees concert i'm going to tomorrow night is Caron. Weird.