So, I went to my 10-year college reunion a few years ago (I'm 35, to spare you mental math gymnastics). I hooked up with a bunch of my old pals, mostly (weirdly enough) women, and we gaggled together much of the time.


One of my friends, social butterfly that she is (and was), ended up hanging with some other folks for a while. One of their number commented disdainfully, "Oh, that, Jeremy. I can't see what the girls see in him!"


"Don't let it bother you, Jeremy," my wife said.

"It's not," I said, "It makes me feel like I won."

"Won?"

"Well, I hardly knew that girl back then, but I apparently bothered her. And she's still bothered. I call that a win! I mean, I didn't even have to try, and I bothered her enough that she remembers it now - and she's still bothered."


Does this make me a small man?