So, I guess I should start off by stating that I FINALLY jumped on the Facebook band wagon. Due to some gentle prodding from some friends, and the seemingly constant barrage of articles about the site, I decided to sign up.
I'm not one of those people who tries to rack up as many friends as possible, but I was interested to see who from my past was on Facebook, so I decided to look at the list of my high school classmates. That's when I found him.
A long time ago, I was this tiny little girl who liked to hang out with enormous football players. I never dated them; we were all just friends. One day, I got a class ring from one of those guys to wear while I was working so that people would think that I had a boyfriend and would stop hitting on me.
Somehow, I lost touch with the guy before I was able to give him back his ring. I've held onto it all of these years so I could give it back to him if I ever saw him again. And now, I've found him on Facebook. I sent him a message letting him know that I still have his ring, and hopefully, we can get together soon so I can give it back to him.