He was a widower and she a widow. They had known each other for a number of years, having been high school classmates and having attended class reunions in the past, without fail.
This 60th anniversary of their class, the widower and the widow made a foursome with two other singles. They had a wonderful evening, their spirits high, with the widower throwing admiring glances across the table… and the widow smiling coyly back at him.
Finally during one dance, he picked up courage to ask her, “Will you marry me?
After about 6 seconds of careful consideration, she answered, “Yes…. yes I will!”
Needless to say, the evening ended on a happy note for the widower. However, the next morning he was troubled. Did she say Yes or did she say No? He couldn’t remember. Try as he would, he just could not recall. He went over-and-over the conversation of the previous evening, but his mind was blank. He remembered asking the question, but for the life of him could not recall her response.
With fear and trepidation, he picked up the phone and called her. First, he explained that he couldn’t remember as well as he used to. Then he reviewed the past evening. As he gained a little more courage, he then inquired of her, “When I asked if you would marry me, did you say Yes or did you say No? “Why you silly man, she replied, I said Yes. Yes I will! And I meant it with all my heart!” The widower was delighted. He felt his heart skip a beat. Then she continued. “And I’m so glad you called, because I couldn’t remember who asked me.
h/t Doc.
A Tip of an Imaginary Hat. Well done.
I’m 55 and my memory fails me with regularity, If I make it to 78, I can only imagine I’ll be a train wreck. LOL
Thanks for the laugh Doc.
Great, we need a vent. Pray it’s a true event.
Ah, the ‘ol CRS syndrome. I know it well. (Can’t Remember Shit)
…I was going to say something, but I forgot what I just read. It was about seashells, right?
My 50 year HS reunion is this Summer, I doubt very seriously after 50 years if I can remember what any of the girls/women look like now. I doubt that I would recognize any of them if I met any of them in person now. And no I am not going to my 50 year HS reunion, I have nothing in common with any of them after 50 years except for a small handful of lifelong friends and if it’s as bad as our 10 year reunion was where everyone bunched up in the same old cliques I ain’t going.
There are supplements on the market that really help mental clarity and memory. I can’t remember what they’re called though. And I can’t remember where I put mine.
I was about to make the greatest comment ever about this thread … but I forgot what it was all about
I spent last week in WA with an old flame from 30 years ago. She was my favorite all time gf, we were together for about 6 years and I stupidly just let it go. We are head over heels smitten with each other. It’s pretty damn cool. Can’t say I’ve ever been happier.
And I’m sure as hell glad I’ve been an exercise, diet and supplement nut my whole life. It paid some pretty fine dividends.
Four years away. Went to the ten year and haven’t been to any since.
Did go to the review/inspection tours of the high school for the fiftieth with the new wonderful additions and programs like the “child care center” so the students could bring their kids and be able to attend classes. Millions and millions of our tax dollars pissed away on things that they bragged about. The renovation of the theater would be in line with staging abilities like broadway (staging elevators, orchestra pit, dressing rooms, etc., etc.). Could not believe what happens when you let administration have budget with no restraint. Did I really just type that last sentence?
The Claw of Bluegrass FEBRUARY 4, 2021 AT 8:12 AM
Only took me five minutes to remember the word “tours” from the inspection/review…
@Supersomebody
I apologize for plagiarizing your joke .. I forgot that I had just read it
Probably the same places where I misplace my glasses, keys, wallet and other small items on occasion. I swear that there’s a mini black hole that swallows those things up at times just to befuddle me. My glasses somehow fell of my face when I was at the grocery store a couple of months ago and I didn’t realize it until I got back to the car, it’s a good thing I checked back inside the store because someone had found them and turned them into at the service counter.
…I didn’t like those people when I WAS in high school, and I left for Vocational School as quickly as I could.
Why the hell would I want together with older, fatter, nastier versions of them, then?
….if they were assholes THEN, the odds are they are assholes NOW, so no thanks, I can get PAID to deal with assholes so I’m not going to do it for FREE…
…I was going to say something, but I forgot what I just read. It was about seashells, right?
geoff the aardvark FEBRUARY 4, 2021 AT 8:38 AM
Yes, the wonderful ten year reunion…
Left when it was getting rather drunk out that night. Not me as I had already got on the water wagon two years prior. Was held at a country club on the river that I live on today and one of the “jocks” managed to get laid swimming in the river. Party dresses coming off and it got interesting, or so I was told because I left because friend wife had gotten over served. Two stops on the side of the road on the way home so she could call Ralph & Earrrl.
I believe we call this affliction CRS…As in can’t remember shit.
My best friend used to call that toilet hugging, lamp post hanging drunk. I had to learn the hard way when I was in the Navy which is why I don’t drink.
Thanks for the morning laugh.
….I was going to say something, but I forgot what I just read. It was about seashells, right?
…seriously, I remember reading something once that applies.
It really doesn’t matter if you had a good time somewhere, it’s not like you can go back and get it…
…also, I was a blackout drunk when I was younger, and I’m told I was a very angry drunk as well, althogh I honestly don’t remember. Thats one of the reasons I quit drinking.
…so I’d have to be careful about meeting anyone from back in the day.
There may still be warrants out…
This is my 60th. Over 75% of they guys I knew 65byrars ago are gone! Stopped going. Too depressing
I am mentally jmujeh better than the folk in the joke; so realizing I’m living on “borrowed time” depresses me. Still hope to vote Don for a third time.
Of course Bush/dominion will make it hope!
Yup, Geoff the Aardvark! It doesn’t get any better at the 20th, either. That was the only one I attended at a request from my HS buddy. All the same cliques! It was fun, though, to see all the fat slobs who were the BMOC’s (Big Men On Campus) still putting on the pose. I suppose if your best life memories are from when you were captain of the football team or scored with every cute girl in your class, nothing could be more fun than to pretend you were back in high school. LOL!
My late uncle, my dads oldest brother who was 99 and a half when he died 3 years ago attended an an all class HS get together 5 years ago with my dad at CDA HS in N. Idaho. He was the oldest graduate there having graduated from HS in 1936 and my dad graduated in 1947. He drove himself (he was still driving up until about 3 to 4 months before he died) and my dad to their all school reunion and they even passed me on the freeway when my daughter and I went to CDA for lunch that day.
High School sucked green gorilla groin.
My 20th was the first and last one I attended. It was amazing to see the same cliques acting the same way. I hated them in high school & I still hated them 20 years on.
However, I had a briefly fun bit last summer on Facebook with the 40th reunion. It was on Zoom and I declined. but I did get in touch with some friends & former classmates. The jerks weren’t there, or maybe they weren’t jerky any more.
The overwhelming sentiment was full-on DJT support. There was utter outrage at the shenanigans of the left & their BLM goons. Of course, my class of 1980 was able to vote for Ronald Reagan and we lived through the 1980’s as young adults.
I graduated HS in 1971 (69+2 cents tax), and have never been back. I’m debating to go to my 50th this year or not. (HS in MA, I live in UT. and I ain’t gonna fly TSA & mask)
“You remember me?
I’m ole … uhh … ole … uhh …”
(from a movie but I can’t recall the name)
izlamo delenda est …
We had an asshole show up and start in with a BLM style lecture at my forty year reunion, other than that it was pretty good. The hot, hot, hot cheerleader was still looking pretty good. She was always too damn high maintenance for me and it is obvious nothing’s changed in that regard.
Ha ha very funny…unless you’re in that age group as am I. We old people often have forgotten more than the younger generations know. I guess that’s not makin my case very well is it? What I mean is we’re not all Joe Biden dementia old. And yes, most of us are just our younger selves in an older body that sometimes turns on us when we least expect it.
Mrs Galt and I did go to my 50TH reunion 2015. I had only gone to a few many years ago. It was a little unsettling as most everyone there except for myself and the Misses looked their age or older. No brag just fact. I guess good genes and physical labor all of my life paid some dividends. It was a little sad to see people I hadn’t seen since High School who had once been the most popular kids in class basically ravaged by time. Guess time take a toll on all of us, some just more than others.
So in the sprite of pokin fun at old people here’s a joke that made me laugh, the short version anyway.
A older lady went to a dentist for the first time and when reading the diplomas on the wall noticed a name of someone she thought she graduated High School with.
She asked the dentist if he was at a certain High School 40 years ago and he replied “Why yes I was.” . She then said “So was I.” To which he replied, “Oh, what grade did you teach?”.
Perspective is a wonderful thing.
My 60th is right around the corner and if I’m still around, I’ll be able to say I haven’t been to a class reunion in 60 years! When I wasn’t in school I was either at work or building engines and didn’t mix much with the different “clicks” in school.
But I do remember high school like it was yesterday…I just can’t remember YESTERDAY!
I was extremely shy until college, so no HS reunions for me. Only had three friends, but lost touch right after HS.
Don’t care about status or who looks like crap or is still beautiful.
Hated school until college; then I found out that learning was fun and fascinating.
Anymouse, HS was that bad huh if it sucked green gorilla groin. I hated HS, it was a waste of my time which is why I avoided it as much as possible. And since I was the best and most avid reader in my class as well as a master at spelling I was bored out of my friggin mind. And like Claudia, I loved college especially after I grew up after spending 3 years in the Navy and seeing the world before I went to college which gave me a better perspective on things than I would’ve never experienced if I had gone straight to college right out of HS.
Never attended one. I belong to two high schools and, stood out at both. I never considered I was in any kind of crowd, but if you’re involved in activities, you’re a known quantity. I lettered 3 out of 4 years in track and was in plays and choir contests. Having a pretty GF and my own car (paid from mowing lawns and working at Burger King) rounded things out.
I ran into a track teammate in the 80s and when I was handed a couple of booklets made from answered questions by the attendees – they were all my friends in general classes, choir, track and Jr Honor Society. So maybe I was in. Didn’t feel like it at the time, though.
As for cliques repeating – wouldn’t you gravitate to familiar faces to feel comfortable? Seems like not much to catch up on with people you didn’t get to know so long ago. How’s that conversation starter go? “So how’s it been since your wallflower days and not participating in anything?”
Since I hung with nerds, jocks, and the pretty & talented girls in choir – it was hard for me not to know you. You’d really have to be good at being invisible.
Oh yeah – one guy answered “Tell us something we didn’t know about you at the time” – “Sometimes I wore women’s underwear to school – Jimmy”
We thought so anyway, Jimmy. lol
I have ONE friend from those days that I see regularly. He was my best friend then and now he is my Pastor and friend.
I’m still in contact with a few from Wisconsin days, too.
High school was a blast for me. Would be hell if I was made to go back, though. Been there done that. Wouldn’t want to go back in time at any point unless it was just a short visit to re-witness something specific.
As for memory – they say there are 3 signs of being a genius:
1: A bad memory
I forgot the other two.
I told my mother-in-law’s doctor that she was suffering from Craft’s syndrome. To his credit he freely admitted he’d never heard of it. I told him Craft’s syndrome was Can’t-Remember-A-F@#king-Thing.
He told me was stealing that.
My closest friends now are the ones I met in high school and still call and hang with.
I also met M Hatch in high school!
Though we have never been to a formal reunion, some from that time had a yearly BBQ for a few years. We went once…never again after that.
It was organized by the crowd we never really hung with anyways…some good people here and there…but no thanks.
No wonder Jill is always by Joe Depends side.
I think what drives these things is sweet nostalgia.
Looking back after 20, 30 or more years and hoping to relive it is a rather useless pastime. The good times will never be quite the same. What used to trigger me was listening to the music of the decades of the 1960’s and 1970’s and it would make me experience the same emotions as I once felt.
But, nostalgia is a pretty cheap emotion. It’s not real happiness. From the comments here, quite a few people seem disappointed after going to reunions.