another anecdote that's kind of relevant but not humorous
When I was 13 years old, I had a HUGE crush on a boy at my school named Aaron. He was, without a doubt, the nerdiest, geekiest boy in our tiny school, and I was smitten.

For some reason my school had, not Secret Santas, but Secret Valentines. A f*cking fantastic idea for a bunch of 12-to-14-year-olds-- what could be less frightening? Anyway, I actually managed to rig the draw, so I would draw Aaron's name and he would draw mine. Don't ask me how; it was the 80's.

I haven't the faintest recollection of what I bought him. I do know that I received a small white box decorated with red hearts, just large enough to hold a few Hershey's Kisses. I remember this because I still have that box, empty now and folded neatly inside a box of childhood mementos.

Of course, I may be misremembering the events of decades ago; maybe the box was really from that fat, mean, spiteful, Jabba-the-hut boy (also, coincidentally, named Aaron), and I've been deluding myself all these years and holding onto a small paper box for no reason. No matter. It still reminds me of Aaron, my first adolescent crush.

And Aaron, if you're reading this, sorry I never said anything but I'm happily married now and hope you are too. But now I've said too much....
( madrabbit is fully prepared, Tue 19 Dec 2006, 9:52, Reply)