Going back through the disjointed slideshow that was my life playing in front of my eyes. Today's story is one of the bigger chances i felt i had to take. Like every other chance i took, it did not end the way i wanted it to.
It was Mid-April. i had been "going steady" with my girlfriend since MLK day. We started off as playful and flirtatious. Playing paper ball volleyball, exchanging notes, and throwing double entendres back and forth. She was probably the best friend i ever had, but, as a guy, i wanted more. i knew the clock was ticking and senior year would be over soon. Without a solid commitment, i knew i would lose her forever.
i had been thinking about "popping the question" for a while. i told her i was going to do this before we ever started officially dating. i delayed that plan when she got scared after giving out phony credit card information in a search for a former, i don't know what, named Brough. Not sure what the date actually was (probably about April 23). This will sound a little pathetic.