My high school yearbook just appeared on David's FB page. Here I am -- dorky as ever anyone could be. I was a nice, quiet, smart dork though. I hid in the art room for 4 years. I made posters for the drama productions. Then I graduated. 
Life has certainly brought me some changes. Some galactically incredible and full of love, some confusing, some not so bad after all and some extremely stinky. So be it. Onward and upward.
I had one boyfriend for a few months in 7th grade. This is not a picture of him. It was named Steven. (Since then everyone I've known named Steven also turned out to be a mess) Then he dated my sister. So much for that! There was a boy I was in love with from 2nd grade on. This is his picture. I was sexually stupid, socially stupid, and never did a thing about it, except go to his house after school sometimes. Lame. Really lame. I don't think he ever really liked me at all, but I did bring him stuff from the bakery that I worked at. Maybe it was the chocolate chip cookies that allowed him to tolerate me. Anyway, I know he has a life, and kids, and me too. He still appears in my dreams though. You know who you are . . .
A handful of people have passed away already.
he times they are a changin' . . . Peace.
I still wonder about the great love of my life, Roy, a boy I met in the 3rd grade. About 4 years later, he was my very first date and it was totally agonizing because we saw "Blazing Saddles." EMBARRASSING! We never went out again because I always acted disinterested. What was the matter with me?! My family moved when we were in the 9th grade and I have never seen nor heard from him again. About 10 years ago - when he and I were both 40 - my sister read in her local newspaper that he just gotten engaged. First marriage for both. Damn. I stayed married too long to the wrong guy.
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