It was a card with a picture of two dogs on the front. It came from a kid at summer camp, expressing his feelings for me. I was fifteen, and this was the first time a boy had even paid any attention to me.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t the type of boy I wanted to pay attention to me. He was kind of quiet, kind of chubby. Work khaki pants and a blue button down shirt a lot. TO SUMMER CAMP.
He was kind of like Milhouse, actually.
Still, I was flattered. I didn’t save the card, though. I wish I had, because now, almost seventeen years later, whatever it said would be extremely amusing!
Oh, woe! Why does it always happen that way? The boys that you don’t want are the ones that express their feelings? The story of my life. 🙂
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By the time I’m 80 I’m going to be the biggest hoarder of all time. Although thinking of my grandmother, I’m not sure I can top her! I hate that I’ve thrown things away and now I can never see them again with the perspective of the here and now! I only ever had droobs liking me at school too(I think I made the word ‘droobs’ up, but it has an onomatopoieic quality to it that I quite like!)… thank goodness some things change!