Dear Tazi:
Growing up I was the kid who always got picked last for team
sports – if I got picked at all. If there was an extra person, I was the one
left out so the teams would be even; sometimes the other kids would rather play
a person short than have me on their team. I was that awkward, and it hurt.
After high school I moved away to go to college and
discovered sports like track and cross country and cycling – sports that didn't
require the ability to throw or hit a ball or coordinate with a teammate. I
excelled at these sports and in no time at all my body changed from being
awkward and gangly to physically fit and muscular. Girls started to take notice
of me, and I am ashamed to say I started to act like a kid with free reign in
the candy store. I know that some of these women were just looking for a good
time, but there were others that really liked me and I must have hurt them with
my less than honorable behavior.
While I have no problem at all returning to my hometown for
holidays and school reunions – in fact, I love going back and showing off how
awesome I now look – I am a little ashamed to go to my college homecomings,
where I will see the people who only remember me as a jackass jock; that’s not
who I am…at least, not deep down inside.
It has been ten years since I graduated college and I am now
married and my wife is pushing to go to my college homecoming with me this year
so she can see where I was a star athlete and meet all of my friends from
college. “Kara” feels that she is somehow missing out on knowing who I am
because she has never met anyone from my college years; she has been to my
hometown with me many times, and knows I was an awkward child/teenager so now
she wants to see where my “transformation” took place. I am afraid that Kara will
discover what a player I was and be disappointed in me; I am also afraid that I
will see some of the women I hurt and that they will react badly upon seeing me
again and maybe even tell my wife about my past. I don’t want to keep secrets
from Kara, so how do I get around all of this?
Signed,
Signed,
Reformed
Dear Reformed:
I am so happy to hear that you got over your own awesomeness and can now see how hurtful your behavior was to women who were interested in who you were as a person and not for your awesome body. You say that you do not want to keep secrets from your wife but you have done just that for all this time; you have kept your past a secret from the one woman who should know all about you. I can see why Kara is pressing to attend your college homecoming.
I am so happy to hear that you got over your own awesomeness and can now see how hurtful your behavior was to women who were interested in who you were as a person and not for your awesome body. You say that you do not want to keep secrets from your wife but you have done just that for all this time; you have kept your past a secret from the one woman who should know all about you. I can see why Kara is pressing to attend your college homecoming.
For the sake of your wife, who does not deserve to hear the
truth from someone else, I suggest you track down your old flames via Facebook
or some other social media (perhaps your college has a class page) and
apologize for the way you treated them all those years ago. Contrary to what
the singer Timbaland says, it is never too late to apologize. Then, explain to
your wife why you are so reluctant to attend your reunion. You do not have to
go into all of the gory details; simply state that you were quite the ladies’
man in college, having spent your grade school years an unpopular dork, and
that your behavior got a little out of hand. Tell her you would rather remain
perfect in her eyes, so you have skimmed over the less honorable parts of your past
and hope that she can forgive you for telling this lie of omission. Finally,
ask her if she still wants to attend your college homecoming and honor her
request if she says yes. I suggest you make your travel reservations as soon as
you finish reading this – homecoming is on its way!
Snuggles,
TaziSnuggles,
Ask Tazi! is ghostwritten by a human with Bachelors degrees in Communications and in Gender and Women's Studies. Tazi-Kat is not really a talking feline.
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