Last night I was on the T making jokes with some friends and three women nearby overheard and laughed at us. Not really at the jokes, they were laughing at us.
But we started talking with them, and one turned out to be from my home town, Charlottesville. And in fact she was the younger sister of this guy Terence I went to high school with. We were on the quiz team together but I haven’t heard from him in years.
He’s apparently in law school at BC, but the only information I can find on him is that in 1998 he liked the television show Felicity, “because I feel like I can relate to it.” I don’t know much about Felicity, but Terence was always a cipher to me– one of the smartest, most dedicated students in the school, well-dressed, intensely private. I always sensed that he disliked me, but of course at that age I was both paranoid and intensely dislikeable, so who knows.
Not that I’m any more likeable now, given the threatening phone calls I’ve recieved about the site.
Secretly Ironic 