A little earlier - sometime in second year - I discovered that someone had slipped a girl's bracelet into the pocket of my jacket. Completely lacking in self-confidence and desperate for female companionship, my heart leaped - a girl liked me! Why else would she do such a thing? What a wonderfully cryptic and yet romantic gesture.
My hopes were dashed about an hour later, when my friend Kim (who, it can now be confessed, I was somewhat enamored with) knocked on my door and asked for her bracelet back. She'd stuffed it into my pocket because I'd left my jacket on the floor in the proximity of the volleyball court where she was playing, and my pockets provided a convenient place to stash her stuff.
I meekly handed over the bracelet. If I couldn't have True Love, the trust of a good friend was equally precious.
Earl, you were meant to be available when Sylvia crossed your path. You are a wonderful couple. I frequently wish that I had met Jeff when I was 5 years old, so that we would have spent more time together.
I certainly can't argue with that!
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