pstlyfdiva's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Summer '96 I was just sitting here daydreaming...even a better thing to be doing Monday morning at work, than my normal blog reading. I drifted back to the summer of 1996. That was THE summer of my teenage years. I was 19 years old and my best friend, Chloe, and I thought we owned the world. We flirted shamelessly, we went to nightclubs, we shopped, we did crazy/stupid things. Sometimes I wonder how we lived to see the fall of 1996. It was a summer with no worries and our first taste of “freedom”. Our usual Saturday night was going to (what I now know is a cheesy club) Daddios (the name alone should have clued us in on its cheese-factor). Chloe always had a trail of young men after her; after all she was, and still is, strikingly beautiful. There was one in particular; I believe his name was James. James was a sweet guy, but Chloe was out of his league on many levels. James followed her around like a puppy dog, but being the oblivious girl she was, Chloe didn’t realize his immense crush on her. One night James cornered me and tried to confess to me his undying love for her. (I guess if you can’t tell the girl, her best friend is next best?!) I will never forget his words: I am a lowly peasant boy and she is on a pedestal. What was I supposed to do with that? He was right afterall. 10:45 a.m. - 2006-02-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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