Where do these thoughts come from? They wander into our heads, usually late at night and often with so little a preamble as to make their apprearance quite rudely imposing. What happened to that guy I used to go out with in school/the girl I used to sit next to in Maths/that actor I really fancied from that TV programme back in the eighties/etc? Friends Reunited only goes so far and, being stingy enough not to fork out the tuppence ha'penny required to contact these people legitimately (and also for the reason that they might imagine that that I take any interest in the site whatsoever, which is completely unfounded of course) It's amazing the number of sites you can use to track people, be it by photo, job, email address, phone number, skype - the possibilities are seemingly endless, although usually finite. It's quite exciting to finally get hold of your quarry, like a fish on a line, to see if you can land a reply.* you might chat for a bit, maybe meet up for drinks and talk about "the good old days"** But frequently there comes the realisation that there is a reason why you didn't keep in touch in the first place - they're dull, they're clingy, you have nothing in common, their temper's a little too prone to combustion at the smallest thing - and so you must now extracate yourself from their company with the greatest degree of politeness but also preferably abruptness as possible.
But what DID happen to that guy I used to go out with at school...?
*I realise that that is an appauling analogy. Or is that a similie. Or something.
** Neil Patrick Harris has - as yet - failed to return my calls
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