Last night I was in a bar with some friends and there was this sort of familiar looking woman there who mentioned in a roundabout way that she was a friend of Nat’s from high school. I said, I know Nat from high school. She looked at me closely and I didn’t know who the hell she was, and it took her a second to recognize me. Only after being prompted did I realize it was the girl I held hands with for three days in fifth grade, who of course looks nothing like she did at the age of ten, or for that matter seventeen.
Secretly Ironic 