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To: Clappy who wrote (40924)	2/4/2005 11:50:06 PM
From: abuelita	Respond to of 104197

LOL clappy ... you've had too much caffeine today.

To: Clappy who wrote (40924)	2/5/2005 11:31:23 AM
From: Dalin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 104197

"This one time, at band camp..." LMAO!! Those are good. That sounds so much like me. I was such a dork when I was young and dating.......uhm, not that I had MANY dates.......uhm, and not that I got rid of that dorkiness either. <g> I remember 1 girl in my High school, junior year. A drop dead gorgeous blonde, that sat in back of one of my classes. She was very quiet, but I couldn't help always noticing her and how beautiful she was. After what seemed like a long time, I finally got the nerve to ask her out to the Junior Prom dance. When she responded to my nervous question, I was floored. Not just because she said yes, but because I then realized I had NEVER heard her talk. She was shy, and when she answered me, it was like some big, burley, deep, lumberjack voice, with a touch of a very slow "This one time, at band camp" personality. You remember the "band Camp" girl in "American Pie"? Something like that, but a much deeper and slower voice. Anyways, I remember all the times introducing her to my friends and family. It was always a very quick "Hi" from her and they never really heard her talk, at first. Then afterwards, they would pull me aside or talk to me later, and tell me how beautiful she was, and ask me encouraging things like "How the hell did I ever get her to go out with me? " <g> Well, they just never heard her talk either.... till much later. Then I got the laughs. <g> After awhile, I started feeling sorry for her, but I could never get past that voice. I saw her long enough to take her to the Prom, and then that was it. <g> I think about her sometimes and how she really was a very nice girl. I hope she's doing well. Dats my story! :o) Shallow Hal