February 17, 2003

• 10 more minutes until geology. . .  I wanna go home. . . . I was up until like 1:30 hanging with a couple friends in my room. That was fun. Hmm. . . I don’t gots much to talk about today. . . oh wait! I gotta keep the story of my love experiences going! Where was I. . . . something about an angel. . .. yeah.

  
  

  Anyways in one of my classes in the 1st semester of my junior year I met, um, we’ll call her Maggie. She was lovely and we became fast friends. She was very, very intelligent and was my kind of person. This was late August when we became friends and it wasn’t until February I think I started falling in love with her. We were hanging out a lot and trusted each other entirely and just got along great. We were virtually inseperable. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I still cannot recall a happier time of my life unless you go all the way back to pre-kindergarten when my life consisted of playing all day, watching cartoons, and living on a diet of PB and J, macaroni and cheese, and blueberry yogurt from Schwan’s. Yummy. Anywho, in February was her birthday and she invited me, my best friend, and a friend of hers to go see “Phantom” in Davenport. Not Weber’s “Phantom of the Opera” but and incredible version of the same story by someone else. It was spectacular. Well Maggie, her mother, and two other tickets were all by each other, and there was one ticket that was like ten rows higher, the very highest farthest back stuck in the corner crappiest seat in the entire place. I’d rather have sat on the toilet; at least I could express in a physical way that the seat sucked ass. Anyway I volunteered to take the crappy seat so Molly could be with her friends. The seat sucked but the show was great.

  
  

  Yeah that was indeed a magical night. For some reason Maggie became the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. But it wasn’t until March that I thought I even had a shot at being with her. It was the final week of prom sign-up and I walked by the high school library where she worked. She stepped out and said, “Hey Jake! Are you going to prom?” I said, “Wasn’t planning on it. I don’t really have anyone to go with.” Then she said something that made my heart jump into my brain and beat the hell out of my common sense, “Oh that’s too bad. I was thinking of asking you.”

  
  

  As Wayne and Garth would say, “SCHWANG.” Not really, but I love those movies.

  
  

  So I said, “It would be an honor! Yes!” and she’s like, “Great!”

  
  

  So I eventually heard she was getting a cherry red dress. I figured, “Hmm, maybe I should get something in black.” While flipping through the tux catalog I stumbled upon something that fit right into my groove, something elegant adn cool, something new but old-fashioned.

  
  

  Hell yes, the zoot suit. Fedora and all. Pinstripes, baggy pants, those really cool black-and-white shoes. It was the best thing  I’ve worn and will wear until I get a suit of armor.

  
  

  So prom came, I picked her up in my mom’s red converatble and while driving to the middle school to line up for promenade we had some kick ass swing music blaring from the speakers. We drew some attention. Come one, like a beautiful lady in a great red dress accompanied by a stud like me. It’s natural to look.

  
  

  It was perfect. Too perfect. Later things began to fall apart, but not until after I said something I’ll regret the rest of my life. . .

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