Confessions of a Quirky Girl Pt. 1

I fell in love with a "special person".... twice.... in my life.
The first time I was like 10. He was 11. Skinny white boy. He was cute to me. And very nice! I knew that the park my cousin and I played at harbored a summer school for children of the little yellow bus. But this guy seemed normal.. ok more normal than the rest of his peers. I liked him a lot, and he liked me. We exchanged numbers and actually called each other... How did this even happen with the parents I have??? I don't even know. Couldn't tell you how I pulled it off. Anyhow... we were boyfriend and girlfriend for about a week, then his classes there were over. And we never talked again. I was quite sad about it.

The second time.. I was in high school. I'd say junior year. I was in chorus class. It was the holiday season and we went on a field trip to the Sunvalley Mall to go caroling. Little did I know that early in the morning at the mall was a designated time for the Geri's (people of the geriatric genre) and the bus riders of the little yellow kind. So my best friend and I are in Sears. I see a tall drink of chocolate milk (tall black man) kind of walking around with the special ones. He looked normal... except he was wearing a fanny pack.. I didn't pay that any mind at first. I just thought that was something he used to hold inhalers or something like that. So I bring him to my BFF's attention. She tells me he might be among the yellow jackets... I sure was blind I tell ya. He was the cutest thing in the mall... to me... until he slapped his chest twice, waved his arm in the air and let out a loud "DURRRRREEERRRR!" My BFF found it very funny and made fun of me all the way back to school. We stopped being friends for all of maybe 10 minutes. We haven't had a fight since then. That was well over 10 years ago..

I forgot to mention that when he did the chest slap and the noise.... he also spun around in a circle.. twice...
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