My favourite photo of my high-school crush shows her sitting on a great big rock.
Even then, after years of pining, I couldn’t say I was any closer to actually being her boyfriend, but I had managed a few outings that at least felt like dates . . . and one great coup, which was to have her drive me around in her parent’s Volvo on a grand tour of the glacial features of Southern Ontario in aid of my final geography project.
Unfortunately, all I got was a lousy A . . . and the photo, which one classmate dubbed “the erotic on the erratic.”
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