To: Highschool classmate I haven't spoken to in 15 years

To: Highschool classmate I haven’t spoken to in 15 years
Re: Remember me?

I have always been fairly easy to find on the internet. I maintain two websites for work and have ready access to putting my smiling mug online. The web is the new your parent’s phone number. My father has worked in the same office, at the same job, for 29 years. More so than that, he had the same phone number, 684-4186. I memorized it as a child by the position of the buttons, not the actual numbers. I lost contact with a friend on the east coast after one of my many moves in college, so he called my dad at work. Problem solved. My dad’s number was this best way to find me.

Now if you can spell my name and can turn on a computer you can find my picture, my dog, my email, my office address in a blink.

This was proven a couple of days ago when a man I went to highschool with emailed me through a contact form on my work website. I spent the better half of an evening trying to remember who he was. When an email starts “hi, fellow grad, how are you?” I wasn’t certain the next line wasn’t going to contain something about freeing a cousin in Nigeria or enhancing sexual performance. I went to my senior yearbook and identified the guy, but seriously – the last words I spoke to him were during our commencement ceremony. So what prompts someone to look you up after 15 years of silence? I’ve yet to email him back. A co-worker warned me that he was looking to relive the best days of his life, which I’m still not sure what that has to do with me. Or it could be like the time a classmate contacted me and proceeding to give me too many details about her polyamorous relationship with a married man.

Sorry fellow grad, chalk me up as too chicken to call.