I ran into a fella that I graduated high school with morning at the Post Office. Okay. “Ran into” is too strong a term for it … he was exiting as I was entering. He looked at me like he wasn’t sure if he knew me or not. Which is true because we had classes together but were never close friends. He ran in the “jock” circle since he played football and such. I was in the “nobody” circle … a group of folks that didn’t really belong in any of the social groups that you’re always forced into in high school. Well, this guy is the one football jock that I had a major crush on … short, stocky, dark hair, winning smile. Maybe I should change that from “had” to “have.” I’ve seen him around town a few times over the past 18 years and each time I get a little skip in my heartbeat when I see him. Yeah, I still have it pretty bad for him. He’s aged very well and is still as handsome as ever (especially with that thick beard he was sporting this morning). *Sigh*