How to Crush Without Being Crushed
The Art of Relationships, Real and Imagined
Thanks to a recent bunch of postings of pictures from friends old and new, I have once again been reminded that I know–and have always known–a large number of very attractive women. What impesses me even more is that they keep me around. Looking back, I’ve always been surrounded by beautiful, intelligent and downright sharp [...]
It usually got cooler there quite a bit sooner up in rural New York than it does around here, so old memories are triggered at times they don’t actually correspond to. Heck, by the time October rolled around, we were often already well acquainted with our heavier jackets. That odd temporal shift of memories crops [...]
Kerry was just one of those girls that I found myself falling for quite unexpectedly in high school. She really was more like one of the guys than anything else. Except every now and then… there was just something. I had first met her in middle school. I had an English class with her one [...]
Growing up in the middle of nowhere, it was always the people on the fringe that interested me most. That was often the “bad” fringe–they were more exciting and often seemed to have a bit more depth than the preppy, cookie-cutter, bright clothes and scrunchies/penny loafers set. This, of course, meant that a good many [...]
At the end of seventh grade, a wonderful young woman took the time to sit down next to me one day at the end of a band period. There had been a particularly obvious display of how my peers treated me that day. Her boyfriend at the time was involved in that display. It was [...]
After three hellish years in middle school, I was determined to make as clean a start as possible in high school. I was back in with people I could relate to better (those a year ahead of me) and there was a larger pool of potential friends (a whole extra year, as a matter of [...]
My years at college were very busy by just about any standard. A lot of things were started. But one of the most painful and educational things that happened that year started the summer before I left for school. And it started in New Orleans. Between my last year of high school and my first [...]
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