I wonder if there are people out there who receive their 10-year HS reunion invite and go, “YES! The night I’ve been waiting for! I am filled with joy and healthy anticipation. I have no fears or anxieties. I am fully confident in all I’ve done in the past 10 years and can’t wait to share it with my nearest and dearest former friends.”

I think there’s a chance I’m dating a person who falls into that group.

I am, not surprisingly, not among that easy, breezy set. I have fears. I have insecurities. And I have a exactly 25 days to get over it.

Perhaps publishing them on the Internet will help?

10. That I will have forgotten the names of people whose names I should not have forgotten.

9. That people will have forgotten my name because, apparently, it was forgettable.

8. That more than 75% of the people in attendance will be in considerably better shape than I am.

7. That, either, no one will read this blog or know that it exists or that many people will read this blog and hate that it exists.

6. That the passage of time will render people far too comfortable with informing me that I was a an uptight, goody two-shoes.

5. That my New Jersey accent will re-render its unfortunate head…and stick for any amount of time.

4. That someone will bring up the whole “Most Likely To Succeed” thing in the context of, “guess that prediction was a little off.”

3. That people will respond to my saying, “I am a writer,” with, “please list all the titles of the writing have you sold.”

2. That every single one of the people I had crushes on throughout my four high school years will be happily married.

1. That I will drunk confess my former love for each and every one of them.

Stay-tuned for my post-game coverage. And in the meantime, please share your own reunion worst fears in comments.