Almost Lover (A Fine Frenzy)

When I was in PreSchool I went to King’s Kids for the majority of that time. I don’t really remember a whole lot about it all except that there was a giant loft-like play area that I loved, and that they had the weirdest rules.

 

This was where I met my first boyfriend, Sean Lucy. My sisters used to call me Laci Lucy, and even though I was 4 years old, I am sure what we had was very special. Since Sean Lucy I have had a dating record that collectively represents everything that shouldn’t be done in a relationship. I learned exactly what I didn’t want. For example, I don’t want a boy that is going to leave me stranded in some random neighborhood, or a boy that only wants to sit by me on the bus, not at school.

 

Then I meet John, who acts as the exception to ever stereotype that I developed from disaster experience. He was the boy that set my mind racing with the same school-girl thoughts that I haven’t felt since I was 4. “Does he think I’m cute? Is he looking at me? Does he like me more than his friends? Should I sit here? No that’s obvious! Is it obvious? Am I obvious?”

 

My nana and papa just celebrated their 60^th wedding anniversary. And I guess the point I’m trying to make is that I hope that school girl feeling never goes away. I have only known John for 6 years and so to say that it doesn’t go away based on my experience isn’t really justifiable. BUT when you look at two people that have been married to someone for 85% of their life, and they still can’t let go of each other’s hands, that speaks for itself.