They say the third time’s the charm. They also say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. That begs the question, am I charmed or am I insane? Could I possibly be both?
Some people never meet the love of their life. You know, that one great love that makes your heart race and your knees buckle, but that at the same time feels as warm and comfy as your favourite fuzzy slippers. I was lucky, I met mine when I was 15.
I still remember the first time I laid eyes on him. It was the first day of school and my very first day of high school. It was unusually hot for early September and there was an excited buzz in the air as over 1000 students reconnected with old friends and met new ones.
10–2 French was my first class after lunch. I took a seat near the front of the room. I did in every class. I was very small and couldn’t see the front of the room over the heads of the other, much larger kids. That, and I was what you could call a “keen student”. I chatted with Debbie, my best friend. Then, he walked in, just after the bell sounded, the most perfect man I’d ever seen in my life (George Michael, notwithstanding, of course). He was tall, with silky dark curls, soulful blue eyes and luscious, pouty lips. He wore a green rugby shirt and tight, faded Ikeda jeans that hugged his slender, athletic frame perfectly. I…
