Picture It …

Picture it 1990, early spring.

I was playing a game of Taps in gym class. Yes, it was my freshman year, gym class was required. I had gotten through the year with little to no incidents up to this point, I’m very accident prone you know. Anyway, at some point the basketball, my pinky finger, and the hardwood gym floor all connected at the same time. Shut up, sit down pain, instantly. Of course everyone thought I was just a wimp and likely they were correct, but still.

I dress in street clothes and shoes again and headed to the last period of the day, study hall, thank goodness only 50 minutes or so to endure the pain in public. I had a bit of ice I was given in the gym and some of those brown restroom paper towels wrapped around my hand.

Now, study hall rocked, but was also crap. You of course could not talk and there was assigned seating, all grades in one room. It rocked because I had to sit right beside Mr. B. It was crap because I had to sit right beside Mr. B. He was a senior, the quarterback of the football team and by all accounts to a 14 girl a GOD!

Mr. B rarely said much to me, why would he, he was a GOD and I was the cubby freshman. He was never mean, I just didn’t exist in his world. Well, Mr. B got up and left study hall that afternoon, of course I noticed. He did return, he returned with a new batch of ice and new paper towels. AHHHHHHH, of course he was already dreamy now he was a wonderfully nice, dreamy GOD. He didn’t say much, just gave me the new pack, I think he said, “hope it feels better” and threw away the dripping wet old supply. From that day forward I was in love, in love with Mr. B, who would of course graduate and leave the same town we lived in and I would never see him again.

Oh, I did break my finger by the way for those idiots in gym class that though I was just a wimp.

Ok, fast forward, 2009, early fall.

I don’t go into Facebook much, I do once in a great while. Well this day was the day. I had a few extra moments and well, had a moment of nostalgia, I did a search for people from my high school. Most of the time I care very little. I still talk to the ones I care to know much about. However this was the day, the day I would again see Mr. B. He has a Facebook page, now of course, I would never try to be his Facebook friend, but he did have a picture of himself up that I could see. Mr. B has lost a bit of that GOD like luster that he seemed to have before. Now don’t get me wrong he looks just fine, not the same, but really that’s been 19 years ago.

So if one of you wants to friend Mr. B on Facebook, you let me know I’ll give you his name, then you can key me in on his marital status.

What? Some dreams never die.