I got the invitation in the mail today. We dated for a few months late in 2000. I broke up with her after I realized that she could give a shit about the things I thought were fun/cool/important. Even after we broke up, we still saw each other pretty much every day for the next 3.5 years -- seeing how we were in the same major and the class size was ten people. I got pissed off when she started dating my roommate two weeks after we broke up, and I didn't talk to her for a few months after that, but we nonetheless hooked up again a couple of years later. Nothing came of it the second time around. Not much of a relationship, but...you know...first time, and all...it was kinda memorable just because it happened at all. Unlike a lot of Asylum posts, I don't have any baggage about her, I don't have any regrets or desires, and I don't want her back. Just noting how time moves on.