The Girlfriend I Never Broke Up With
DW and I met in 1988, though she says she's known me since high school. She was three years behind me and I admitted that I never paid attention to people in the earlier grade levels. "But you always said 'hello' to Catheleen, and I was standing right next to her when you did," she told me back then. "But Catheleen's sister was in my year and is a friend of mine," I explained. "That's the only reason I knew her." I only saw DW's best friend when my friends were hanging out in the Red Room, a student hang-out spot, and Catheleen (and apparently, DW) would pass by. Only the senior students really hung out in this part of the school. It wasn't until four years after I finished high school that our paths would cross. When I was working at a camera store (more on that, tomorrow), one of my best friends, Andy, worked at the M Store, a department store close to the mall where I worked. On Thursday nights, after work, Andy and his co...
