#179 - J.P.

We both got married; yours lasted. We're both teachers; you teach little cute ones. You got Mark then; me, later. You're blonde and pure; I'm dark-haired and slutty. You have a clique of female friends; I don't let many close. Parallel. Kind of.

#178 - J.W.

My 6th-grade heart hit the floor when I saw you, and I was a goner. I became best friends with your twin sister, just to sleep in the room next to yours. Now you're married and grown up and boring. C'est la vie.

#177 - E.G.

One night, we slept on the concrete floor in your parents' basement, waking up stiff and sore. You were a good friend, and we spent most days together. Then you dated my ex-boyfriend, and I couldn't stand to watch, so I stopped calling you back.

#176 - A.E.

You are just as condescending as your husband. But when I talk to him, I feel a mutual appreciation. When I talk to you, I only feel your desire to dominate. It's not a contest - feel free to be the smart one, really. I'm good.

#175 - S.E.

Pompous, with a weirdly picky parenting style, you stand with your back straight and tell people what to do and how to think. I seek you out at parties and listen, nodding vigorously in agreement, even though I'm neutral. It makes me giggle.

#174 - C.L.

Your big, fluffy moustache is a great target for my jokes. You make amazing art, fix houses, and send me playful words. You insist that when you come back in May, we'll hang out in a field. We'll hang out wherever you want, #2.

#173 - A.W.

"I've figured it out," you told me gravely. "It's only 56 days from me to you by kayak." I laughed, as I always did, but the insurmountable distance left me with a feeling of longing so strong that it filled every day with daydreams of 'if only'.

#172 - R.M.

We send cell phone pictures - 20, 30 a day - you of exciting music venues, you and your buddies jamming on stage, gorgeous views of the coast, me of old buildings and the kid's toys and funny signs. Florida trumps Ohio every time.

#171 - L.M.

Big, bouncy blonde curls that fly in every direction, big, crooked yellow teeth that fly in every direction, and some odd attraction to my insane older brother. You're his first girlfriend in over 20 years, and you actually seem cool. Bless your heart.