Friday, May 10, 2013

100-Word Memoir: At First Sight

The instant I saw him, I liked him. 

It’s funny that I can’t remember where we were on Cornerstone Festival’s expansive grounds, or if we made eye contact, or if we exchanges words besides our names. I was struck by his ridiculously curly long hair, nervous downward glance, band t-shirt, and slight slump as if he didn’t want to seem too tall. 

Ooh, a shy one, I thought. I’m going to be his friend! I was shy during my early teen years, so I had a heart for coaxing timid people out of their shells.

I had no idea.


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