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My One and Noni
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A FEW OTHER PEOPLE YOU MAY HAVE OVERLOOKED THAT WE'VE LOOKED OVER |
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pat This one falls into the longtime crush category. I was about that age where my voice dropped, I was learning to shave, and certain feelings were stirring, like iced tea, only warmer, and without the tea. I was discovering that girls weren't icky, as I had though in that three year stretch between being engaged in second grade and not having the guts to ask a girl out, maybe take her to 7-11, get a Slurpee, laugh over some Garbage Pail Kids (though they weren't as good as they once were), and maybe get to hold hands. Then go home and look at my brother's nudie mags, certain there was something I was missing, but I liked them nonetheless. Into this wistful wonderland entered a girl. On a whim I saw "BeetleJuice." To say I loved it is a no-brainer. What really preyed on my mind, though, was that girl. She had the big brown eyes, the dark hair, the angst, that schoolgirl outfit, that Goth outfit that either predated or sparked my Goth attraction. But would I see her again on late night cable soon enough. I was trying to decide between "Prom Night 2: Hello Mary Lou" and "Hell Comes to Frogtown," at least most likely I was, when I saw something called "Heathers" was about to start. Afterwards, I bookmarked the next time it was on, set the timer, and soon had a tape to be worn out quickly. She would be mine, if only I could meet her. Or would she? A few years later, I frequented "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" at my local theater, in one of my many "not getting laid" periods. Having grown tired of the simple call-and-answer rhetoric, I took to flirting with the cute girls that would come in, entertain them, then later invite them to Denny's where we'd invariably wind up. On occasion, believe it or not, this worked. One girl I remember really striking me as adorable, and was genuinely quite amused, but seemed a bit too young, so I moved on. The following night I saw her on TV, giving the local news an interview. It was Noni. I am still emotionally torn to this day. On one hand, I successfully flirted with a longstanding celebrity crush, on the other hand I totally blew it. Noni? Can I get a second chance?  |
    
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