Our insulting beginnings.

            The Goat Man and I went to high school together.  When we went to high school their were three types of people.  There were the stoners, the geeks, and the preps.  The stoners spent their free time at the smoking dock (yes we were allowed to smoke at school), ditching class, and basically doing whatever they wanted.  They dressed in eighties rebel style clothes.  The Geeks were just like the nerds in Revenge of the Nerds. They learned code and played games on their commodore 64’s.  The preps wore alligator shirts, sweater vests and went to the pep rally’s excited. 

            The Goat Man was a stoner, as were many of my friends.  However, I did not fit nicely into any one category.  This has always been true in my life.  The Goat Man was a friend of a friend in high school.  That is a nice way of saying he did not really know I existed.  But I remember his cocky attitude.  He has always walked around like he was the best looking guy in school with the most to offer.  However, he definitely looks better now than he did then.  He looked okay in school, but his rugged ‘real man’ feel makes him pretty damn sexy now.

            The Goat Man entered my life again twenty-five years later, just before my birthday last year, via Facebook.  I had friended him months before because a mutual friend of ours asked me to.  Yes, I remembered who he was in high school and I like hearing how people are doing years later.  We had the ‘catch-up’ conversation and moved on with our lives three months before.

            Late one night in September I opened my Facebook almost out of habit and found “Do I F….ing know you?”  I was tired warn out and needed sleep, but I could not ignore such an insult!