Jonathots Daily Blog
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Jennifer smiled at me.
She was known for her smile–yet I thoroughly believed this particular smirk had a certain passion attached to it, uniquely sending a message of deep affection in my direction.
Love not only was planted and sprouted, but came to full bloom within the confines of my chubby-chested, beating heart.
Jennifer was beautiful–long, pale-blonde, straight hair, with blue eyes and a bit of ruddy in her cheeks that tempted tweaking. Her lips were full and her breath–well, I never actually got close enough to tell, but I would assume a delightful, slightly musky Dentyne.
I was not given to hiding my affections, so I made it clear to a few of my friends concerning my budding devotion for this flower of Olympus. One of them, Gail, decided to make it her mission to create misery in my life.
It was a two-fold process:
Sometimes Gail told me that Jennifer was interested in me, and had even inquired about some of my likes and dislikes.
My entire being came to erection.
Then the next day, Gail whispered in my ear that Jennifer and a really good-looking guy named Glen had been caught necking behind the refreshment stand at the old football field following the last game.
I went back to having a chubby chest with a dead heart.
It was back and forth, day-to-day: jubilation and devastation.
It occurred to me that Gail seemed equally as overjoyed when I was elated or deflated.
One of my friends tried to explain that Gail was just pulling my chain, but since I considered myself to be chainless, I ignored it.
Finally I decided to solve my own problem and determine the veracity of the rumors by telling Jennifer about my deep-rooted admiration.
It was the first of many times in my life that I received the standardized “you’re a really nice guy and a great friend” speech. Why is it that following that proclamation, no one feels nice or friendly?
The bizarre part of the story is that several years later, the summer of receiving my driver’s license, Gail and I drove around town on adventures, wasting time and talking for hours.
Matter of fact, one hot summer day we came inches from using our tongues for something other than gossip.
So I will never know if Gail was just a fun-loving girl who thought being mean was cool, or perhaps she was jealous of my affection for the Princess of Central Ohio.
Gail brought a storm into my life, but I survived the winds … and eventually learned how to sail the seas.
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