So Catwoman, from my last post, messaged me on the good book. The bait was laid, and she had bitten. I wasn’t sure what her response was. All she said was, I read your blog-thing and have a good story for you. This is ominous. Anxiety provoking. Full of unknowns. Much like my relationship with Catwoman from ages 10-12. But, it turns out to be really cute.
Time for some time travel. Ready, reader?
Let’s go back, somewhere between 4th and 5th grade, Catwoman and I liked each other. We IMed; whenever there was a dance, we slow danced together – a healthy distance a part; and, occasionally, OCCASIONALLY, we spoke on the phone. Basically love.
Alright, well, when I finally facebook message Catwoman – present day, how far we’ve come – she tells me that around that time I told her that I thought she was the second prettiest girl after Tiffany Amber Thiessen. And at the time, she thought, it was pretty baller thing to say. I mean, really, mid-90s, who could actually TOP Tiffany Amber Theissen.
Now all 23-year-old Jamie can do is stand back, way back, in the future, and think, sack up dude. Not actually directed towards any one conquest, but in the future should you(I) be questioning whether you should sack up or down, here’s your answer. You knew that shit was going to be hard, possibly embarrassing, but you did it, because you knew if you did it and it worked… well honestly, you weren’t exactly sure what would happen if it worked, but it wouldn’t be bad, and it made you hard (although, honestly, back then a leaf falling on my shoulder gave me a boner).
Allow me to add one last note, reader, and it is mainly directed towards Catwoman, should she ever read this blog-thing again. Too fully emphasis how much I liked Catwoman by putting her in the #2 spot, that means I pushed down DJ from Full House to #3.
- Jamie
