| Then there was this really cute lifeguard. He had a physique like Tarzan, hair the color of bronze, and blue eyes like Bobby Sherman. (I thought I'd drown in them.) He could do the butterfly stroke like an Olympic champion. But he was a college student, and I was just the only girl in the senior lifesaving class. Yes, I did have a two-piece swimsuit, but I was really shy. Really. It was a crush from afar. Well, sometimes afar. (No, we did not demonstrate mouth-to-mouth or anything....) But then there was a guy more my age. He was in my art class at school that fall. He had wavy dark blond hair, blue eyes, and a soft drawl like the strum of an acoustical guitar. What a louse. He was completely at ease talking to me. Especially when he was dating someone else. But if I spent too much time talking to one of his friends, he got steamed. Artists! I met another blond-haired, blue-eyed guy at an honors art workshop the following summer. (Is anyone noticing a pattern here?) Just when I was wondering if this could evolve into more than best-friend-ship, the workshop ended. Days of drawing, painting, listening to rock and roll music, swimming at Kentucky Lake, eating ice cream sandwiches and sunflower seeds, watching movies together ... it was over. A summer thing. He didn't tell me goodbye, because he wasn't good at goodbyes. He didn't even write to me, until... * |
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| "I've Got a Crush On You" sequenced by John Sigorelli |