Never Change

Memba Ben By Memba Ben, 10th Sep 2017 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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A short story about how despite things changing, people still stay the same.

Boys Will Be Boys

A while back, I got a call from a friend to inform me that our former high school organised a reunion of some sorts and insisted we go. Having no prospective things to look forward to for the weekend and thinking it would be cool to some ghosts from the past, I accepted.

The day came and when we finally met up with everyone and in particular, my high school mates; the memories from way back when came flooding in and soon enough, everyone was cracking jokes as if we were back in high school.

It was great to see all the folks along with their partners and while it was all fun and joy, it served as a reminder of our mortality. Whereas a couple of years back, we were all fresh faced, innocent bastards with not a care in the world; nowadays, we were having tinges of grey hair, lines were forming along our faces and having responsibilities to worry about.

It seemed as if time took its toll on us.

Well, not all of us…

I was busy catching up with one of the boys when some lady in a sleek, tight fitting dress caught my eye in passing. Now, I’m usually a polite person and will look a person in the eye and pay attention whilst said person is speaking but when I saw that broad, my mind went blank and I damn near broke my neck trying to get a good look at her.

Damn...who is she?

She looked fantastic. There was no-one at our school who looked like her so I figured she was someone’s partner but for some reason, couldn't shake the feeling that I knew her. Despite that, I wasn’t going to let that stop me from stealing glances whenever I could and it seemed I wasn’t the only guy thinking that.

Just who the hell is she?

With some of the gents gaping and sneaking peeks at the mysterious lady, it was only natural that it would eventually turn into a competition amongst us as to who could get her and soon enough, like in high school, the gents were lining up to get a crack at the opportunity. However, one guy after another went through and all left dejected.

The lady was a hard nut to crack.

After seeing the other gents fail in their attempts, I figured my best shot would be to go in covertly and after waiting for her to leave after chatting with another group of acquaintances, I decided to get some intel. Like a spy out of the Cold War, I infiltrated the group and covertly began getting information about her and it turned out she was indeed someone I knew from back in the day but rarely spoke to.


I was shocked, partly at my idiocy for not recognising her (I knew that I’d known her from somewhere) but mostly for the transformation she underwent. I mean, she was a relatively attractive person back then but GODDAMN; the difference between how she was then as to how she looked now was night and day.

However, now that I knew who she was, I was way more confident in my chances to handle the situation and prepared my game plan before heading in.

Cool as a cucumber, I sauntered towards her and began my approach and…. Yeah, things didn’t work out as planned.

Disappointed, I turned back and headed to the bar where the gents had congregated. It didn’t take long before someone asked me the question:

How did it go?

I told them of my failure and as I was doing so, someone also piped in about their unsuccessful attempt. As we continued talking, more guys joined in the conversation before we ended up having a laugh about it. In the midst of it all, I came to the realization of how ironic the situation was.

Despite the years passing by, most of the guys (me included) were still the same as they were in high school.

It’s as Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr once said:
“The more things change, the more they stay the same”


High School, Humour, Personal Experience, Personal Experiences

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