I find myself craving the Old Days. Bring me back those summer days of late. I looked back on notes we passed in class, old e-mails – “lets sneak in to superbad” … “GREY GOOSE. come over tonight”. I remember us tanning poolside after she kicked my ass in tennis. The country clubs, that extravagance. I remember mini golfing, wishing on each hole. Movies, and quarreling over who gets to sit in the middle. Subtly claiming the guys we found cutest. It didn’t really matter one way or another, because I never attempted to take the boys she chose and she never attempted to take mine – although it was inevitable that all boys gave her first preference. I was perfectly fine with being the rebound. Downright jolly. Those things were the extent of my worries. It never seemed so ironic back then that we’d mellow out with Jack Daniels and then watch the Suite Life of Zack and Cody or 10 Things I Hate About You. Were we too young? Legally, yes. Maturely, yes. Undeniably yes. Do I regret it? Not at all. My only regret is not seeing It coming. Not forseeing her traipsing off with the popular crowd, leaving me behind with my Jack Daniels while she moved on to bigger, better things.
