Have you seen me?
Odds are good I've lost the early 90's round glasses by now.
One of them was a particularly bright spot in my life. No, wait. Bright is an understatement. She was like a supernova. She was a splash of vibrant color in what could have been a really dismal year. As wonderful and great as all my roommates were that year, she was the only one I felt like I could truly be the real me around. Not only did she accept the real me, but she liked the real me and encouraged me to let ME out more often. She reminded me that I was fun. But for some reason, we let ourselves lose contact. I haven't talked to her in 17 years.
But I really, really want to.
The only other picture I have of her that I can post without
potentially embarrassing her or ruining any future political aspirations.
Here's what I know. Her maiden name is Jayme Lee Hendrian. She graduated from Skyline High School in Idaho Falls, ID in 1994. She was on the volleyball team and in track, and I'm pretty sure she was kind of a big deal in both. She attended Utah State, and also played volleyball and was in track there. She was raised LDS, though I honestly couldn't tell you what her status would be today.
If the Google gods are correct, her married name is Jones. She may be using Hendrian-Jones. And it looks like she's either living in Idaho Falls or Rigby, Idaho.
I will come up with some sort of reward for the first person to get me a good e-mail address, mailing address, or gets her to contact me at email@example.com. I'll even settle for a phone number, although cold calling someone I haven't spoken to in nearly 20 years makes me want to throw up a little.
And Jayme, if you're somehow out there reading this, e-mail me! I have so much to tell you. First of all, I married Will, so I guess I owe you some money for that bet. But Tiffany totally married Scott, and they're still married, so you owe me for that one. We'll call it even. Also, I promise I'll destroy all the pictures I found today of us being...us if you ever decide to run for office. We were kind of crazy, but it was so much fun. Also, put on some pants.
Thank you for helping me be me for that year, and lending me a little of your supernova brightness when I couldn't find my own.