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Friday, November 18, 2011

The Baby-Sitters Flub # 1

You know that feeling when you first start to like a boy and his hand brushes yours, or you sit next to each other and your arms are forced to touch? And any part of your body that is within a few centimeters of his automatically feels warm and electric?

One of the first times I remember experiencing that feeling was during fifth grade in Mr. Woods' class. I sat behind Grant Nelson and I was in love with him. In love. Dreamy, fifth-grade, impossible, romantic, Babysitters'-Club-Logan-and-Mary Anne LOVE.

This magical day, I stretched out my foot and felt it touch his. Terrified, yet curious, I let it stay there.  He didn't pull away. Our feet were touching! For a long time! And it was...electric...warm. The sensation spread all the way through my entire body. I knew it must mean that he loved me too, and that he would ask me to "go out" which meant that I would write Kady Nelson on my notebook thousands of times and that we would not talk to each other; instead we would send messages through other people, such as "it's our one-month anniversary", or "I need more space".

It was all so exciting. This went on for almost an hour. I couldn't resist. I looked down, to see our feet romantically and lovingly touching each other but was confused to find only my own foot.

Touching the desk. 






She probably thinks her foot is touching his.



9 comments:

  1. LOL!!! That warm electric feeling was the desk.

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  2. After reading this I had to ask myself: are some desks better than some boys? And the answer is yes.

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  3. Too funny. Kerry pointed me your way and I'm glad she did.

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  4. Welcome Hilary to the World's Stupidest Blog.

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  5. too funny! we girls are silly beings, aren't we?! congrats on your POTW!

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  6. Ah, that feeling...I remember it well...and after 43 years of marriage to my guy, I still get it! Congrats on Readers Choice at POTW!
    Sandi

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  7. A feeling I still enjoy and imagine. Lovely story!

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  8. I've read this three times today...

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