Fav Memory
Okay, this one is for YOU, Chad.
My favorite memory of you is when we first met at the bowling alley. You were getting upset for not bowling your best game. You sat in your chair, upset with your hands in your hair. Bruce whispered over to me, "What's wrong with him?" I told him, "It's not a bad thing. He's upset, I can tell he's got athlete's temper. Football players do that when they are upset about a play gone wrong or execution not done right." Next thing I knew, I was talking to you and exchanging phone numbers. We even went outside after bowling and talked from 9pm to 2am. People going into the bowling alley were coming back out as we kept on talking. We sat on the roof of your car, talking. We laid down on your trunk, as we talked about the constellations. We looked at each other, every once in a while, but I was still kinda shy. You walked me to my car and was hesitant to kiss me. But when we kissed, it felt kinda wonderful. I didn't care that you were drinking and smoking, the two things I honestly don't like in a man. I didn't care, because I knew that night that this meeting was extraordinary in its own right. It was going to end that night, and it was the kind of love that Fate made it out to be... movie love. But alas, we were smart enough to grow out of stupid love and get real about it. I just want to say that YOU treated me the best. Maybe there's something in life I want more. Who knows? Nothing is for certain. Please take care always and I'll email you later.
My favorite memory of you is when we first met at the bowling alley. You were getting upset for not bowling your best game. You sat in your chair, upset with your hands in your hair. Bruce whispered over to me, "What's wrong with him?" I told him, "It's not a bad thing. He's upset, I can tell he's got athlete's temper. Football players do that when they are upset about a play gone wrong or execution not done right." Next thing I knew, I was talking to you and exchanging phone numbers. We even went outside after bowling and talked from 9pm to 2am. People going into the bowling alley were coming back out as we kept on talking. We sat on the roof of your car, talking. We laid down on your trunk, as we talked about the constellations. We looked at each other, every once in a while, but I was still kinda shy. You walked me to my car and was hesitant to kiss me. But when we kissed, it felt kinda wonderful. I didn't care that you were drinking and smoking, the two things I honestly don't like in a man. I didn't care, because I knew that night that this meeting was extraordinary in its own right. It was going to end that night, and it was the kind of love that Fate made it out to be... movie love. But alas, we were smart enough to grow out of stupid love and get real about it. I just want to say that YOU treated me the best. Maybe there's something in life I want more. Who knows? Nothing is for certain. Please take care always and I'll email you later.