I have two reunions coming up.
One is to see old friends I haven’t met in almost TWENTY years!
The other, a month later, is to see old school mates I haven’t seen in THIRTY years!
Whilst I absolutely adore the idea of meeting up, I must say when I think further, I get the jitters and butterflies go amok in my tummy. I mean, can you imagine the comparisons that will take place???
The murmurs of “Oh, look at her freckles – she should take better care of herself,” and “Oh my, hasn’t she put on a lot of weight!”
Worse, the thoughts that later get shared in the privacy of the bedrooms after these meetings, “Did you notice those bat wing arms of hers? Fancy wearing such an unflattering dress!” or “You would have thought she had better taste!”
Ah! Even though I would love to meet up, the thought scares me. Perhaps I should go for this anti wrinkle cream which might give me a head start in the good-looks stakes!