On that first fateful eve, we had pizza with Steve's cool (yes, Scott and Eric, I thought you guys were cool... and I suppose I still think so) older friends, went to a 9:45 pm showing of a terrible, terrible movie called Bless the Child at Lakewood Center, then Steve drove me home. He was so nervous he didn't even try to kiss me on that first date. I thought it was completely adorable... and I suppose I still think he's adorable. So things are looking good. This thing may work out yet.
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Well you are pretty cool yourself and I am happy to call you a maybe/sorta/kinda/really friend!
Definitely really. Despite my combativeness with you over the years (I can be so arbitrarily difficult), you're family.
::sniff:: Blogger can be so dusty... ;-)
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