She, um, elaborates: "Like, yeah, 'Look who's all grown up and hotter than you now, bitches, so why don't you shut the eff up and eat my pussy for the next three hours. Eff it . . . for the next three days. You've got a lot of making up to do for all those bj's in high school.' " (Forgive her, she's actually a very charming individual.)
And reconnecting with old lovers, ones who you shared time with later in life, can be even more fraught with confusion. Here's what happened with Callie and her former beau after their brief renaissance: "The insecurities that I linked with being with him, ones I thought I'd gotten over, re-emerged. The casual re-exploration began to beg the question: 'What are we doing, are we getting back together?' which led to hard talks and confusing wants. [A]s we spent more time together, the reasons we'd originally broken up became louder than the reasons we'd been together."
Still, upon reflection, Anne pinpoints the undeniable appeal of the retrosexual sex-perience.
"I don't regret the reunion," she adds. "It was a necessary final chapter. Impossible to resist for the combination of the new-ness and the familiarity."
Callie might not be a regretrosexual, but she could have been. Indeed, for every retrosexual fairy-tale ending (They exist! We have Facebook status-change evidence!), there's a regretrosexual one — which suggests that, even when it comes to love, very rarely can you go home again.
Deirdre Fulton has only retrosexed once. She can be reached atdfulton@phx.com.
