Eighteen years ago, I met Jason at a Plummer Dance. He was sitting on the stair ledge right outside the door. He had long blond-hair and engineer boots on with a leather motorcycle jacket. My sister introduced us. I thought for sure she was nuts because she thought we were perfect for each other.
I was more into boys from Spain who wore a red jean jacket with matching jeans. What did Missi know anyways?
I remember the first time Jason flirted with me. I had dropped the letter "E" on the ground when I was putting up the "EVENTS FOR THE WEEK" bulletin board. "Hey you dropped your E" he told me. Wow - swept me off my feet! We're talkin' sweet lips baby.
Eventually, I got over Mr. Red Jeans..... Jason and I became friends. He was the Math tutor at the learning center. Tina and I would go in to use our computers.... Jason would make me laugh. I started wondering if I might have a crush on him. Then, another girl confessed to me that she did. Well... that sealed the deal. She couldn't have him - he was MINE!
Our first date we went to the movie Captain Ron or was it Honeymoon in Vegas ? We don't remember. Our first dance was to Metallica's Nothing Else Matters or The Unforgiven. We don't remember. It wasn't Enter Sandman. I know that for sure. Hmmm?
It's hard to believe we've been together for eighteen years. Sometimes, it's even harder to believe that I fell for the guy with the motorcycle jacket and biker boots.
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