comparison study

 

Let’s say you’re going to the 10, 15, 20, 30 years reunion – whatever suits you best.

 

You’re looking forward to seeing your first crush. You remember him vividly: his wavy hair, his eyes, his broad shoulders, his washboard stomach.

 

And you have butterflies and you feel all tingly inside.

You imagine what you’ll say to each other. Maybe rekindle the passion and turn it into a mature solid relationship. OK, at least a torrid one night stand.

 

What should you wear? Can you lose some weight till than?

Is he married? Divorced? Successful? Wealthy?

 

So you go on a diet and look for the perfect dress.

You change your hairdo and hair color though he doesn’t know your present do and color.

 

You make your best friend go crazy with recollecting every insignificant detail about your relationship. She begins avoiding you in exasperation.

 

You check your complexion and you care for it like you haven’t in ages. You consider even minor plastic surgery.

 

And you get there. So does he. The awkward teenager with zits and a shadow of moustache and was your gorgeous Adonis that stole your heart so many years ago is in front of you.

 

He’s balding – not quite bald, he has a beer belly quite usual for his age.

Problem is he’s so fucking boring and mediocre that you wouldn’t give him a chance in regular circumstances.

 

He’s slightly depressed and compliantly married with some mediocre wife and he fathers some mediocre children. He has no career or prospects; he lives in a crappy flat in a low income area.

 

And this entire story only to make you understand how I feel after visiting the paradise lost of my teenage years, my beloved Costinesti.