February 12, 2003

• In the Union. . .  .AGAIN. Sooooooo bored. Hmm. . . . what to talk about. . . I read an article in our college newspaper. The paper is called the Branding Iron and a buddy of mine writes a humorous article every Wednesday. This weeks was about how to snag a crush by being polite, saying please and thank you, and holding doors open for people. Hmm. . . I had that figured out as just common courtesy like 5 years ago. . . oh well. Society is slow to realize but quick to change. Hey I’ve got time. . . maybe I should start telling you all about my experiences with love. Note that the names have been changed to protect the innocent AND guilty.

  
  

      I met my first true love when I as a freshman. It was October and the marching band was done for the night. It was dark out and I was behind the high school with my friend. . . um. . . “C”. I was gonna go to his house and we wanted to get a ride. Well we saw someone he knew from track and we asked her if she’d mind. She smiled sweetly and said “hop on in.” I swear I fell in love with her that exact second. She had a brilliant smile and I was just so taken by her. So she dropped us off at his house and I gave her a quarter I had found on the ground that night and told her thanks for the ride. I asked for her name and she told me. In this narrative I will refer to her as “Josephine.” (nice name)

  
  

      So we eventually became better and better friends. She was a very caring, intelligent, and fun person to be with and I kept trying to work up the courage to tell her how I felt. Well then she approached me, telling me that she had something important to tell me. She was totally crazy about one of my friends but she also already had a boyfriend. She wanted me to find out how my friend felt about her so she could decide whether to dump her current guy for my friend. Well I found out my friend liked her a lot too so she dumped this guy her family thought the world of and soon enough my freshman friend was dating my junior crush. Wow that sucked. Well they lasted all of a few weeks. They had a horrible prom, she kept complaining that he was a terrible kisser and they eventually split. Me and her and me and my friend stayed close friends and my feelings for Josephine got stronger and stronger. She would call a lot and we’d talk for hours about whatever and one night I did the unthinkable. I asked her if I could say something, but only if she promised not to freak out. She said, “Sure, whatever. You’ve never said anything to hurt me before so say what you need to say.” I told her I loved her. . .

  
  

  TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR THE EXCITING CONCLUSION TO THIS EPISODE OF, “THE TRAGIC LIFE OF THE POET.”

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