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June 2, 2009
The music is bumping, the lights are dim, people are sweaty and thirsty. I glance away from my circle of girl friends and see a girl in one of my classes talking to a guy. A hot guy. But it seems just friendly, so I walk over.

“Hey,” I say to my friend.
“Hey!” she says back. “I want you to meet my friend.”
Hello, there.”

My heart seems to stop.

Moments later we talk and dance. We discuss music, school, friends, all that jazz.

Slow dance time.
He’s TALL.
He crouches down to my height, making me laugh.

Sigh.