Misdeeds in Love
At 15 I had a crush on my best friend's boyfriend. Being the tactful gal that I am, I stood my distance and hid my affection under a shell of indifference. But late one night I was feeling particularly upset about the situation. I wandered out of my house to the local park to blow off the steam of unrequited teenage love. There was a picturesque stone bridge in a gully where I sat down to cry out my frustrations. After a few minutes I noticed the bridge was pockmarked with inscriptions of ardor. "Andy loves Lisa" and "T & B forever" type declarations. A quick search of my surroundings produced a rusty nail and heavy stone perfect for etching a memorial to forbidden love. After a half hour of intense chiseling, I had carved this:
My tears exhausted and hand blistering, I returned home. Soon after, the boy moved to another state. The next year I began dating someone else also with the first initial "J." One evening we were taking a romantic stroll through the park. I saw the bridge and had a flash of inspiration.
"I want you to see something." I told him and led him by the hand to the etching. "I made it just for us," I lied.
"It looks like it's been here a while."
"I carved it before we even started dating. I've liked you for a long time." He responded with the appropriate "aww" and liked me a smidgen more for my perceived efforts. In that moment I had used moldy old lemons to produce a sweet summer lemonade. It's gratifying to know that unrequited love is good for something.
My tears exhausted and hand blistering, I returned home. Soon after, the boy moved to another state. The next year I began dating someone else also with the first initial "J." One evening we were taking a romantic stroll through the park. I saw the bridge and had a flash of inspiration."I want you to see something." I told him and led him by the hand to the etching. "I made it just for us," I lied.
"It looks like it's been here a while."
"I carved it before we even started dating. I've liked you for a long time." He responded with the appropriate "aww" and liked me a smidgen more for my perceived efforts. In that moment I had used moldy old lemons to produce a sweet summer lemonade. It's gratifying to know that unrequited love is good for something.
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Man, for serious, EVERYBODY was schmoopy for this particular J (I think... unless it's a different J.) Sadly, even me. For shame!
Also... I'm a little disappointed J #2 didn't see right through that "I've liked you for a long time" crap. I recall THAT J being a pretty bright dude.
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Now I have hope that one day it will work out.
Sincerely,
Donald Trump
I could go on with all the giddy gory details, but I won't.
It's okay, my high school sweetheart and I crashed and burned while I was in New York visiting him at college. Ten years later, when I'm stressed about my relationship with my fiance (please note, not the same person), I dream about New York.
And Sarah, you have never been an "overweigh, acne-ridden weirdo." That is crazy talk.