Then I'll just feel weird until you all leave me alone and I go back to my typical, dreamless, sleep cycle.
I actually legitimately tried to find him once, just to say hello, and because I'm friends with a couple other people I knew during that period of time. He apparently doesn't exist anymore. Anywhere.
I remember once my Mom ran into him while he was apparently working at a gas station, but she never saw him again after that. Some of my old friends don't even know what happened to him.
I would make a joke about how I like older men, since my boyfriend is older than I am, but you know, Sprung is here.
Ew.
You can keep them, I'm tired of those ones anyway.