I had a brief, okay very brief, whirlwind romance with a girl in the summer of ‘86.
I had a few due to the fact I was joining the military at the end of the year….
Jenny was extra special for some reason. More adventurous….wild…exotic.
In my primitive brain, especially after sex with Jenny….I made a rash decision to give her my high school class ring. (Yes the sex was that good)
But as usual during those early years, nothing or no one lasted more than a week or two.
For whatever reason I didn’t bother asking for my ring back. It wasn’t gold or silver. And I was so over my high school years.
I heard she and another friend got into some legal trouble that may or may not have been involved in embezzlement from their jobs.
Randomly over the years I looked for her to see how she was doing.
I remember he dad/step-dad…was principal of a local high school at one point.
Just this week I got obsessed with my search and dug deeper. I found the high school was renamed after a particular principal…who died recently. I searched the obit and saw he was survived by a “Jenny.”
I thought I knew her last name but the years blended it with another Jennifer I knew. I also knew she was at least a year older than me.
So now I had two reference points.
Looking at her social media picture, I was fairly certain this was a 50+ year old version of her. She was no longer a mousey little petite girl with bleach blonde hair.
But the mouth and eyes seemed to still be there.
Yes…this could be interpreted as cyber-stalking….but I only want my class ring back which after all these years will probably not happen.
She may have tossed it, tried to pawn it…anything.
I think we want to distance ourselves from our past versions of ourselves. Especially if those echoes of ourselves were train wrecks.
I reached out to her and apologized for the random message but explained my reasons.
She said she wasn’t the girl I was looking for and wished me luck in my search.
I didn’t press with my evidence or how much she had in common with my “Jenny”.
She appears to be happily married, a mother and maybe even grandmother at this point in her life. She is a woman of faith. So I don’t want to stir up any bad memories.
If it was her, I hope I didn’t cause her distress. I apologized again for the message and error on my part.
That ring…and “Jenny ‘86” are long gone now.