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"I also want to NEVER see him again!!! He's my kryptonite. He makes me all squishy inside. Dangerous."
I love this post, I love Dennis, I love you, I love your history with Dennis. Good girls need a Dennis.
This is a freakin' Wonder Year's episode.
I also love The Wonder Years.
I have one, from when I worked at Border's. I suspected, after it was too late, that he actually liked me, though maybe not as much as I like him. He even wrote me a lovely poem that I totally misunderstood, and was - most likely - very sexual and hinting. FIE my insecurity. But it was suspicious because he really didn’t start showing a romantic interest in me – however vague – until after I started dating someone else I was less nervous to date – heh.
Honestly, I would have never moved to NYC if I'd know for certain that M.T. liked me even half as much as I liked him. Only man I've ever known who actually made me seriously reconsider my position on wanting children. When I was around him, I wanted them without any doubt in my mind. I wanted at least 6 of them.
Too long a story, but years later I saw him when I was home visiting my family. He was walking hand in hand with a pregnant girl and they were with her mother. He didn’t notice me and I breezed by quickly. And the moment I passed them I just started sobbing. I cried all the way home. I’d harbored a secret wish that we’d run into each other and he’d say, “I wanted to ask you to stay,” and I’d move back home and have lots of kids we couldn’t afford to have.
And it hurt to see that silly dream crumble. A while later, after I moved back home, I saw him, his wife and child at a restaurant together and it STILL hurt.
It would probably hurt today. FIE!
When I really, really like someone, it's to a ridiculous degree.
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