: About Me

When I was 17, I met a boy on the school bus. His blue eyes and crooked grin intrigued me, his confidence carried in worn jeans and white dirt stained t-shirts intimidated my quiet moments on the way to school. He would torment me with flirtatious words, inducing painful blushes, bluntly asking why I was so shy. One morning surrounded by cold swirling spring mist, he sat on my seat, his blue jean knees touching mine, and asked me to the prom. Fear, adrenaline, and excitement filled my body, shaking out the desire to say no and have a prom night safe in my bed, glasses on, frizzy pony-tail ...