You're the Only Girl I'm Ever Thinking Of
I think right now I really need an older girlfriend who can take care of me.
I love how people's memories get twisted sometimes. A couple weeks ago John was recalling how at the party after Middle School Graduation, Mikaela and I "had our tongues down each other's throats." I told him that definitely wasn't true because Mikaela and I had already broken up a couple weeks before. But he insisted that his recollection of the story was true, and said that his mom (who was one of the adult supervisors at the party) observed the same thing. It makes no sense to me. I remember the whole night like it was yesterday. Mikaela and I weren't even together for the whole night, and the only touching we did was at one point when we were talking and I said something that hit a soft spot so she started crying on my shoulder. So apparently, crying on someone's shoulder is the same as making out with someone. However, not everyone at the party thought this way. I remember at band practice the next day, Jake Faulkner asked, "Giorgio, why the fuck did all the adults at the party keep hounding you and Mikaela when all you guys were doing was talking?" I don't know, Jake, but three years later, it still pisses me off to think about it.
But John is my man. We're like family. As a matter of fact, we both have a mutual-HUGE-ongoing crush on this one girl. But she doesn't like either of us and we don't know why. Nonetheless, we figured if we wrote her some poetry, she would immediately give in to our Italian charm. And so we wrote her a love poem and put it in her mailbox. The poem went, "Saree Kayne, I take U 2 tha candy shop/U make me wanna do tha blitzkrieg bop!" If that doesn't win her over, I don't think ANYTHING can.