I found these in my very old scrapbook that was falling apart (along with the piece of chewed gum he gave me). I tossed the fozzilized gum, but I can't possibly throw these away after all these years! LOL
Ah, yes, First Love was so dreamy….tall, dark, handsome. I always seemed to go for the tall guys.
I have not seen First Love since I was 18 years old. He was still dreamy when I last saw him.
My sister saw him once a few years ago.
“Really?” I tried to be nonchalant when she mentioned it to me.
“Yes. He gained a little weight.”
“Haven’t we all?” still trying to give the old devil-may-care attitude. “Is his hair still dark?”
“You’re kidding!” Forget the nonchalant airs. I had to gasp for breath. “You mean he’s bald?”
“Not a hair on his big head.”
“How big was he?” Now I have no shame. I want to hear it all.
“About 275 lbs.”
I grasp my chest in a Fred-Sanford style, shocked that tall, dark and dreamy is now tall, fat and bald.
Then I smile. “Thank goodness he never liked me as much as I liked him.”
We both laugh.
Revenge is so sweet.