MasterJohnSteed
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Oh I can relate. Time to tell my story.
On the very first day of high school I met her. I was in my own little world, strangely obsessing about my grade school crush of all things. I was on my way from one building to another, when I was grabbed by this iron like grip. When I turned to see what got a hold of me, I saw blue finger nails, Electric Blue Fingernails. Which lead up to the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen, framed by a mane of blonde 80's hair.
It was my first encounter with Cindy Jones, I had no idea who this person was, I figured she was some mad woman telling me that She knew me, and I was like, "let me go I don't know you don't know anything about you."
I soon found out who she was, she happened to attend my church, and I was totally smitten with her. I dreamed about her, wrote poetry about her, had my first sexual fantasies about her. I was totally in love with her. All I could think of was her in that Easter dress, Snow white with black trim and this little fold right over her ass.
I found excuses to go to off campus events because there might be the off chance that she would be there. I wouldn't dare miss Saint Patricks festival in Five points because I saw her there one year. I had to go to the back to school pep rally because I figured she would be there. I went after Christmas shopping with my mom just because I knew she would be there with her mother. These are all events that I would normally and totally abhor, Just because Cindy would be there, I would be like a fly to honey
The only class I ever knowingly and intentionally cut in High School was Home room, so that I could get Cindy to sign my Year book. She graduated the year before I did, and some how I managed to find out what dorm she was in at college. I would drive over and sit in the parking lot of her Dorm for Hours, trying to work up the nerve to go up there and talk with her.
When I graduated college, I found where she got her first job and drove by it at least once a day. Finally worked up the nerve to go in, and found that she had quit two years earlier. Then I saw her at church on Easter and Christmas and knew where she sat with her folks and would always make sure that I would run into her.
I finally got up the Nerve to ask her out and was introduced to her new husband. My heart broke. I am 6'3" and she was 4'11" she married a guy that I swear to you was shorter than she was and looked like the sterotypical Italian Goombah.
Years later, I graduated college, and got a job as an assistant manager with Amoco. I was working the late shift one night and who walks in, no not Cindy, her wing chick, You know the beautiful girl always has the pug ugly little runt as a best friend. So in she walks, I asked her "I know Cindy is married now and it doesn't matter, but did she ever talk about me?"
Well the little runt gets this look in her eye You know the one when someone tells you something that is going to rock your world and says "When did she not talk about you, You were all she ever talked about, she was obsessed with you. But you never asked her out, she wanted you to ask her out and you never did"
So now I am left with what could have been, what might have been. 20 years later I still have dreams about her. Hell the other night I dreamed that it was HS again and she agreed to go steady with me. That's just sad I am still dreaming about a woman I haven't seen in twenty years and is married and probably has kids.
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"Where do they teach you to talk like this? In some Panama City sailor wana hump hump bar or is this getaway day, and your last shot at his whiskey. Sell crazy someplace else, we're all stocked up here."
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So I have a crush on a girl I have never even met. - 
I mean every time I see her image I smile! Am I crazy or just young? Also should I go for it I mean should email her and what should I say? 
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