OT pigboy! -- the one that got away
You may not fully understand these things. Boys don't have the option of of dumping neat girls, but the decision is totally in her hands. You may think "I don't want her, you can have her, she's too fat for me!" but meanwhile, little miss fat-butt is saying "Dumpsville, buddy, I like him better anyway." ... I hazily remember something about chili dogs and shakes with G____ at the Varsity, naked chests and groping hands and all kinds of kissing in a '47 Buick at Piedmont Park, a sleepless night -- a grey dawn -- a note proposing marriage in a dozen American beauties (buzz-buzz "Flars from Anderson, Mam!") and the agony of waiting her response until I saw her married to a handsome, rich, employed, polite (none of which I was) young nobleman the next Friday! But that was in another country, and, besides, the wench is dead! (But I still think about her every day, dreaming of what might have been, although I mated far better in the end.) |
