I am reliably informed
that in the days of my youth, when I was apparently even more attractive, a
sweet young thing from church had a serious crush on me.
The day I got married, or so I hear, she mourned in tears — at the loss of ‘what might have been’,
I suppose.
I am supposing because I don’t know. To the best of my
recollection, over a period of almost two years, the girl had never said more
than ten words to me, nor I to her.
Do you find that odd? I sure do.