Okay, so long pointless story time:
When I was in elementary school, I was COMPLETELY OBSESSED with this guy in my class. He was my first crush, and so naturally he liked my best friend. Now, I should tell you that this guy was like the Frankenstein of elementary school. Somehow, at the age of ten, he managed to be about six foot two, with a deep rumbling voice and a HUGE FLIPPIN BUSHY MUSTACHE. Not like a teenager mustache, like a forty-year-old man mustache. The poor kid was constantly mistaken for a teacher or chaperone when we went on field trips. I'll just call him Mustache here for convenience.
Anyway, I was the most awkward and unattractive kid ever, and I stalked the unfortunate mustache. In both fifth and sixth grade, I cornered him and forced him to ask me to be my partner for the square dance unit (okay, not that violently, haha). He went to a different school after sixth grade and we went our separate ways. I never saw Mustache again until eleventh grade homecoming, when I went to Homecoming at his school with my friend "Jack" who goes there, and I discovered that they were friends. Mustache looked exactly the same; he did not recognize me.
He facebook friended me this summer because of the mutual friendship with Jack (I was wearing a pirate costume in my profile picture and he told me he was friending me despite my scary picture-- I told him that if he was allowed to have a mustache in his profile pic, why couldn't I have one in mine), but we never communicated... but these last couple weeks, we have been chattin' up a storm! And I feel evil and victorious! Because haha, this kid is actually talking to me without me having to pin him up against a wall after trumpet sectionals! Okay, the end, haha.
In my pants, she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun! --Marius Pantsmercy