The more things change, the sweeter the memories get
I just got an email from my first college boyfriend.
Big surprised smile.
Stuart and I dated for a few weeks, and then gradually settled back into friendship. We met on pretty much the first day of school. I was in the Humanities building, at a vending machine, somewhat despairing over the fact that my dollar bill was too old and wrinkled and the machine refused to take it. I heard a guy's voice, and looked up to my right to see him grinning. Slender frame, around five-nine, pale gray eyes, shoulder-length black hair. He helped me get my iced tea, we started talking, and before I knew it I had made my first friend at SUNY Purchase. Gradually, an attraction built up and we started dating. We dated like a couple of eighteen-year-olds fresh into the college life and still uncertain of everything, but it was a good, good time. He was hysterically funny. He made me laugh all the time. And he was a fantastic kisser.
After we decided to cool things off, we remained friends, and then gradually went our separate ways. More friends, more experiences, more memories, and then graduation (with James Earl Jones, thank you very much); and now it's ten years later and I still remember that day in front of the vending machine, and that first kiss in front of one of the buildings, and the lunch dates in the local mall, and discussing science fiction books and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Weird Al Yankovic.
So, Stu, if you read this, hi. I hope your life continues to be good and happy, and I want to be updated when you and your girl get engaged. And I want photos.
Big surprised smile.
Stuart and I dated for a few weeks, and then gradually settled back into friendship. We met on pretty much the first day of school. I was in the Humanities building, at a vending machine, somewhat despairing over the fact that my dollar bill was too old and wrinkled and the machine refused to take it. I heard a guy's voice, and looked up to my right to see him grinning. Slender frame, around five-nine, pale gray eyes, shoulder-length black hair. He helped me get my iced tea, we started talking, and before I knew it I had made my first friend at SUNY Purchase. Gradually, an attraction built up and we started dating. We dated like a couple of eighteen-year-olds fresh into the college life and still uncertain of everything, but it was a good, good time. He was hysterically funny. He made me laugh all the time. And he was a fantastic kisser.
After we decided to cool things off, we remained friends, and then gradually went our separate ways. More friends, more experiences, more memories, and then graduation (with James Earl Jones, thank you very much); and now it's ten years later and I still remember that day in front of the vending machine, and that first kiss in front of one of the buildings, and the lunch dates in the local mall, and discussing science fiction books and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Weird Al Yankovic.
So, Stu, if you read this, hi. I hope your life continues to be good and happy, and I want to be updated when you and your girl get engaged. And I want photos.