Trying to sleep last night, I remembered that the last time I talked to that particular blast from the past was Texas-OU Weekend in 1990, when he'd called me up wasted around 2 or 3am to call me a slut because earlier that day or week, I'd been flirting with a guy when we met for lunch. I said how dare he call me at that hour, drunk, to read me for riot, fuck him, and don't call me again.
So um, not so much a surprise, then.
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