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The Stories...
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Love Stinks. Sometimes we get dumped.
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rollerskating party
by Heart like a wheel
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I was in love with a boy named David from Kindergarten to the third grade. Thing is, I am pretty sure he liked me, too. I would fantasize elaborate romantic scenarios where we would meet behind the bike shed in the schoolyard. He would be kicking a soccer ball and I would be on the way to a game of “Mother May I”, and we would meet and kiss and then it would fade to black.
One day, in the second grade, we were both at a rollerskating party for Marni Mendelson when the couples' dance was announced. That was when then lights dimmed, the disco ball spun, and my favorite song in the whole wide world came on: "I'm all outta love, I'm so lost without you..." by Air Supply.
I spied David across the rink, making his way towards me, his big brown eyes peering at me longingly from under his bangs. I stood there, transfixed as he rolled closer.
Suddenly, I felt a moist hand grab mine and a stuffed-up accented boy say: "Will you be my partner?" It was Saguy, the Israeli exchange student. 'cept we all called him Soggy, on account of he perpetually runny nose.
Now I was raised to be nice, and I have not always done well by that instruction, but at 8, my conditioning was strong. As I skated away with Soggy his sniffling, asthmatic breath was like my heart, wheezing disapointment in every lap around the rink.
David is now a lawyer and a doctor or something and last time I saw him (5 years ago) he was actually with a girl from our kindergarten class who had always taunted me.
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