She Had a Boyfriend

I simply had to; there was no way around it. I walked rather than drove to her complex. Knocking on her door a girl I had not met answered. I thanked her and went on my way.

I didn't miss her for long although I thought about her often. I found a new girl that summer. She was a bit quirky herself. Today I suppose I would have had a cell phone number and her facebook. Probably an email address or two, but in 1992 that's how we did it. We talked to people, chased girls we liked in person; we had no sexting, we had to flirt them up in person. If someone didn't want to be found, they just disappeared. I'm not saying it was better or worse, but it had its moments.