Back in high school (well, actually it started when we were in grade school), there was this awfully cute guy. Almost every girl had a crush on him. He’s got eyes that sort of sparkle when he smiles. In fact, I think he can pass for Matt Damon’s younger brother. Not only was he blessed in the looks department, he’s also got a brain to match. I remember when we were still in grade school, we used to sit together for a few classes where the seating was alphabetically arranged. Anyway, in Math (where, of course, I suffered the most!) he would let me copy some answers to quizzes. Heehee.I know, it’s probably unflattering for a girl to copy from a guy. But I like to think of it as feminism: a girl can do just about anything a guy can do.
But that was only for Math and Science. I think he might have copied off me in English once… Or was that just wishful thinking? I like to think that , at least, I’ve given him something useful.As if to make him even more of a heart throb, when we got to high school, he was drafted into the basketball varsity for the school. That was when he started developing his six-pack. Aargh! I remember seeing him walk around the school after his practice, his athletic bod wet with sweat and his shirt taken off. He was breathing hard and drinking gatorade like it was going out of stocks.I swear it could have been made for a commercial.
You’d think that because he’s all perfect and god-like, he’d be a total snob — making time to talk only with the school hotties, right? But he was really friendly, too. He was genuinely nice to everyone. He spoke and joked with the meeks (that’s me, in grade school) and the geeks. He was an all-around good guy, never got himself into trouble even though he hung out with the so-called “cool guys” who usually have bad records in the school. He’s like Zac Efron on the High School Musical, without the music and with a better body. He was totally hot.
Since graduating from high school, however, I’ve never heard about him again except for that one time his parent died. I went to the wake with some friends and saw him still glorious, even in his grief. I think we were already in college then. I shook his hand, which felt rough like a man’s hand ought to, and expressed my sympathy. (I would have liked to express more than my sympathy, though, if I’d been given the chance, teehee!) But other than that, I’ve never heard from him or seen him.
Until today. As in this minute — or maybe a couple of minutes ago before I began writing this.
I checked my email, expecting to see a lot of junk mail. And there it was, a notification from Facebook, saying that he has added me as a friend. HE ADDED ME AS A FRIEND! Holy piece of freakin’ sheet! I didn’t even know he had a Facebook account. Otherwise, I would have ogled at his picture a long time ago. And just how flattering is that: he still knows me after all these years. Which now reminds me: I ought to change my profile photo into something more glamorous. Right! I must get on to that.
Hmm… looks like I don’t have any glamorous photo. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever had a glamorous photo. Hmp. Maybe I’ll just post one of my interesting shots from my attempt at photography. Maybe that’ll impress him. Heehee.
Anyway, it’s really no big deal. He’s already married (God, what a lucky wife!) and so am I (Hah! Must be a lucky a husband). It’s just about the cute guy who added me as a Facebook Friend, weehee! =P
