It’s not that I never knew where I stood with you. The opposite is true. I was the temptress. The one whose hair you liked to pull and who after two beers would be trying to undress me in public. I’m not going to lie. …
We went to high school about a billion years ago or so it seems now. You in your grey Chevy Impala with it’s headers and the chronic case of needing things fixed. Me with a desire to study during spare and you begging me to …