that guy you were supposed to like
but really did not want to be around
While going through old photos today, I found one of some guy I barely knew more than twenty years ago.
When I knew him, I did’t really like him.
I didn’t like him, even though I was supposed to.
Here’s the deal: I was friends with people who were also friends with him. Perhaps he went away. I can’t remember. Either way, I was repeatedly told that me and this guy should be friends and that once we met, we’d really hit it off. I was assured this by multiple people.
After what seemed like hearing about this guy forever, we met. We didn’t hit it off. At all. We actively didn’t like each other.
The guy was a jerk.
The guy was probably a lot like me.
Either way, back then, I hated that guy.
The photograph of him is in the trash.