Reconnecting With Those Orange Panties

, | Friendly | May 15, 2017

When I was in eighth grade, I went to Korean school (basically, a place where Korean kids go to become more Korean). That year, in my beginner class for teens, there is this girl in my class — let’s call her Taylor.

Taylor and I quickly became good friends, and a big part of our relationship was a trivia standoff, where, every Friday (which was when we had Korean school) for the whole year, we would tell each other trivia, and whoever ran out lost. They were really weird ones, like pantie-wearing oranges. That one cracked me up.

We had a lot of fun in our class, and, looking back, I really enjoyed that year. I might even take the liberty of saying that it was the best year of my life, as of yet.

Skip to the end of the year. The people in our class are saying goodbye to each other, and when I leave the building, I say goodbye to Taylor, feeling good about the next year. As I walk to my car, I realize two things.

  1. She is moving to North Carolina, which is on the other side of the country.
  2. I don’t have her phone number, email, social media, or anything.

Needless to say, I am distraught. Our friendship will be lost and forgotten, and all because I didn’t take a few more seconds to ask for her number. No more trivia, no more funny conversations, nothing more.

I am full of regret. For several months, I have thoughts about what I could’ve done – no, should’ve done – running around my head. I come up with a couple of crazy ideas, such as creating a chain mail in order to find Taylor, or calling up all the phone numbers in North Carolina. (Remember, eighth grader.)

Then, those crazy thoughts and regret begin to move to the back of my mind. I graduate middle school, become a freshman at a good high school, and make new friends. That year is also a good year.

Nearing the end of the year, one of my friends (let’s call her Sally) tells me that she is going to move to North Carolina.

Somehow, I knew that life has given me a chance, however minuscule, to recover the friendship from a year ago. This time, I will take that chance.

I tell Sally that I have a friend over in North Carolina, and Sally agrees to help find her, even if she is doubtful of the chances of meeting Taylor.

So she leaves for North Carolina, and I cling onto the hope that I will be able to talk to Taylor again.

A month later, Sally replies, and says that she might have found Taylor.

A day later, an email shows up in my inbox.

The sender is Taylor.

The email read:

“Did you know? In Japan, they sell oranges that have panties on them.”

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