Notes From the Home Front.

Summary:

I've seen a few guys posting about their ten year school reunion, but I'm old. Here's one about my thirty year reunion.

Body:

First I'm going to say that I mostly went in expecting small town drama. I had a micro sized number of people in my senior class, and after deaths and the shit list there really weren't many people left to attend, so the girl that organized it actually included folks from the year before us, and the year after us to have enough people to make it worthwhile. I pretty much parked at table with my cousin and two buds, and we shot the shit with each other and observed.

• Firstly, almost everyone is fat. Most people at my ten year reunion, the last one I was able to attend, had a few extra pounds. You still had gym bros and some of the girls who were still on the prowl for a beta who were in good shape, though. Fast forward twenty years to this reunion, there were maybe three or four of us who weren't absolute land whales.
• Myself and my cousin were there, and we are regular gym attendees. At least one of the other guys looked like a gym bro too. One guy did a heavy physical job. Out of the women, maybe two were thin. The girl who organized this, who we will call Jane, and another girl who ballooned after high school, didn't like not getting attention, then turned into a fitness nut.
• Two of the fat girls stuck out to me though. One girl was pretty hot back in high school, and bounced between a guy that went off to college to play ball, and a local blond Chad. Back then, she had nice long legs. Speaking of legs, one of the legs on her chair gave out under her weight during the reunion and she got dumped in the floor. To replace the chair they brought in a bench made of railroad ties.
• The other girl that stood out was still hot at the ten year mark, and always dressed conservatively with long dresses, etc. Years ago I had a co-worker who pounded that and let it be known that she had a very wide, maybe seven inch, thigh gap, because 'her vagina was very large.' Apparently not large as in loose, but her actual axe wound was gigantic. That seemed to be borne out this weekend. She was wearing yoga pants, was massively fat with skinny legs that definitely had a large gap between them. It was pretty freaky looking, actually. Like something out of a Dr. Seuss story.
• Most of the hot girls I went to school with were single mothers within a couple of years of graduation, several of them with the same guy. The one girl who managed to actually chain him up with a ring made abuse claims, divorced him, and became a domestic violence counselor. She's been married three times, and each one ended with ... drum roll please ... domestic violence. Lot's of the single moms there had actually married later then divorced a few years after that.
• The other gym bro I mentioned is, apparently, a regionally popular gospel singer. He's ~50 but could easily pass himself off as much younger. Now, even back in high school he'd been doing the gospel thing for some time. So I jokingly was calling him Marjoe in conversation with my cousin. Also, back in high school Marjoe here had some serious oneitis for Jane, the girl that organized this. Back in the day before the redpill, or before the internet for that matter, it was pretty easy to see what we would call the oneitis he had, and how she was getting off on stringing him along. Jane is still skinny, but can't hold a candle to how she looked when she graduated. She is a music instructor at a local christian college, and married to a retired air force captain. Marjoe was there on a mission though. Later on they slipped out and he apparently fucked her in the back of his van. He was obviously using some red pill truth to get with her based on how he was gaming her, but at the same time it seemed a little bloop to hang on to all that for thirty years. I assume she was just showing off to the rest of the girls that she could still pull a high value male.
• One of these girls was a redhead who was a 'plane jane' back in high school, and managed to get knocked up by the same guy that domestic violence girl did. She then stayed average looking long enough to wife up a provider and have a kid with him. I was talking to her and she was complaining about the older daughter being the town bike, and how she and the husband have so many problems with that daughter. I was surprised she was surprised.
  
• One of the guys there was always on the large side, as in overweight. Bill has red hair which is now thinning on top. He looks like a mangy bear, actually. Dude's absolutely awesome to have around, though, just because he has presence. He took up his position with his buddy Frank, who is a former Chad. Frank could honestly say he'd fucked every girl in that room and was telling stories about most of them. Bill was laughing his ass off, and throwing his own bullshit back.
• Florida in the 80's had racial issues between Blacks, Whites, and Hispanics. The girl that ballooned and then lost the weight exclusively dated a black guy in high school, which was kind of a scandal back then. She married a guy towards thirty, and during the reunion she was stuck to his arm like glue, and pulling him around. I and my cousin are Native American, and Frank let us know upfront that her husband is a bonafied white supremacist. We're talking has a Nathan Bedford Forrest tat on his sleeve. It became pretty apparent that when the conversation started hitting on her ex boyfriend, she was yanking him out of the conversation. I wondered if he realized the guy was black.

Lessons Learned:

• From high school, to the ten year, to the thirty year reunion. Guys may be there to see old friends, but the girls are there to try to strut in front of their old frenemies.
• Single moms as far as the eye can see.
• The former gym bro's that quit seemed to get way fatter than most.
• Marrying a single mom is pretty much inheriting someone else's problems.
• Compare and contrast: Thirty years ago if we'd been locked in a room with the same girls, it'd be a validation orgy with them jostling for the highest value male in the room at the time, and guys trying to get with them. I would say when their looks fade, but let's be honest most of them ruin their looks with sloth and gluttony. So when their looks are wrecked, there's little that's actually interesting there.
• Even then, though, they still try to carefully manage their image.
• The best female conversationalist there was the black girl that stayed single and became a lawyer.
• Good Lord at the amount of booze these girls could tuck away.
• It's possibly for a guy to look reasonably good at my age. Not so much for a girl, even one that is actively trying.
• Bill, Frank, myself, and my cousin had little to do with each other in high school, but we've forged a friendship in the last few years. That's a thing that guys can do. Most women, even at our age, seem to operate like warlords who have shifting allegiances based on politics.
• Finally It's weird. It's a small town and all, but a lot of these people never managed to expand their social circle much beyond the few dozen or so people that this reunion encompassed. I took a look at social media for a few of the people I hit up there, and ... it's all a who's who of the same people. It's getting even more constricted now that people are starting to pass away.