His name was Darren. I'll keep this on a first name basis. Don't want to embarrass anyone.
Anyway, during class I could hardly pay attention because it was on him. He wore a lot of green and he had the coolest black-rimmed glasses. I've ways liked smart-looking boys. And I like them even better if they are intelligent.
At recess, I always made sure I'd be on the swing next to him or down the slide right after him. I did what ever I could to get him to notice me.
Oh he noticed me all right. One day he got off his swing next to me. He literally pushed me off mine into the mud, and said, "Stop following me, fatty!"
I hope everyone had a lovely Thursday. I'll be at The Salon today.
Hugs and chocolate!