We were lucky. Back then, any guy could get a woman if he tried. I am so glad I'm not growing up in this generation.
Truth.
I was, like, a 3, and she was easily a 9.5.
In jeans, runners and a t-shirt she would send Fortress into orbit.
Make me mixed tapes with a-ha, The Spoons and Alphaville. Bless her little heart.
(I’d make her ones featuring power ballads by the likes of Ratt, Dokken, Winger, TNT, etc. She would listen to them, and to prove it, would sing them to me, and I KNEW she didn’t actually like any of it.)
Fortress would tell her what I had lifted that day in the school gym.
“You’re for sure probably the strongest boy in the world.”
And she meant it.
Wrote me poems.
Would cry often, being a teenaged girl. That face.
After her, no one else can ever compare.
To my dying moment I will never not be in love with her.
