  Most people know about my loyal fixation of admiration… G-Dogg. With his trademark penny colored hair forever uncombed hair and wardrobe of band t-shirts and paisley, his presence in a hallway will make me temporarily retarded (books have been dropped, shoelaces have been tripped over) My connection to him is via his Senior sister, a comrade of Joey’s who also dabbles in the fine arts of thrift-store shopping and drug harboring. He was in my math class last year, sixth period and my favorite part of the day. He was able to be just personable and exocentric enough to grasp my attention without being obnoxious. He’s captivating and alluring with strong political convictions and causes. He is immediately likeable, friends with nearly everyone. My first conversation with him went something like this: “Heeee-ey, you’re Joey’s sister, right?” “Um. Yes.” “Cool, cool. He’s a good man. So wait, you didn’t go to Sac… you went to Cataldo, right?” “Um. Yes.” “Cool, cool. I have a few Cataldo connections myself. Fine establishment, not my thing, but cool.” “Um. Yes.” Math was my class of choice to slack off, doing hardly any work. I talked to Erin and politics.
If you will recall, I was a sickenly staunch Republican at the time. (I was going through a phase) With tenderness, he refuted most of what I said, but with intellect and charm that ultimately won me over. And that was it, after less than ten conversations I was hooked. I can only imagine what image he conquers up when (not that it is likely) I come to mind.
I was such an ass then, even though I was fairly timid I was also pompous. I see him occasionally, and I want to desperately proclaim “ I’m not that stupid anymore! I even am OK with drug use! I think Modest Mouse is amazing !”. However, usual conversations are limited to, “ Hi, Anna”, “Good morning!”. Leigh’s beautiful theory (which is more like a gross overstatement combined with wishful thinking) is that we are “soooo right for one another! !” that we will eventually come together is a passionate love affair culminating in our senior year. I like the idea of passionate love affair, but the fact that it is so far away makes me feel pathetic. I feel like a spinster. Is it any wonder I am in desperate need of male companionship? Affectionately… Anna 
