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It was the summer of 1985 and I waiting in the kitchen of my classmate Gaby. Her brother, Jerry, was home from college. He was shirtless and washing his car in the backyard. Gaby introduced us when I stayed for a sleep over during our freshman year. He had come home after playing a football game. My heart skipped a beat. For the past three years, my crush on him had grown and each year he looked better yet.
He must have felt me watching because he looked my way. I dashed from the window, hoping he didn’t see me. I tried to calm my heart while I waited for Gaby to come down from her room. We were going to the mall with some girlfriends. We were going preview the new clothes for fall. If we banded together, we might keep our moms from making us look like total dweebs or worse dress us in prairie girl fashion that was on the way out. Unfortunately, some of our mothers had fallen in love with the look.