A couple of months ago, I received an email:

“Hi! This is Mary. Are you the same Erika Tsang who attended Edward R. Murrow High School between the years of 19-- – 19-- [years withheld due to vanity]? If you are, and remember who I am, please contact me.”

I replied almost immediately:
“Mary! It’s been years! How on earth did you find me?”

Her answer:
“I was reading this book and your name was on the dedication page. So I googled you. I’m rather envious – you seem to be living the Sex and the City life.”

My sides are still smarting from the laughter because, 1) I can’t afford even cheap knock offs of Manolo Blahniks; 2) I still live in Brooklyn, and not the very fashionable part; and 3) Rather than club or bar openings, my last event was at the Museum of Television & Radio where they were screening the season finale of Battlestar Galactica and the cast and producers were on hand to do a Q&A session – which can technically be classified as “geeky” rather than “cool.”

Finally, I asked which book she saw my name in.

“BUDDHA BABY,” Mary told me. “Sorry I’m not a hot guy like in the story.”

After this blast from the past, I started to wonder where my HS crush was... (Hey, Russell, give me a shout out if you’re reading!) Tell me, who would you like to hear from most from your past and why?