Courting a young lass is an especially challenging endeavor. It’s like shooting the last two free throws of a basketball game. You miss even one, and you’re forced to walk off the court while the other team exchanges numbers with the cheerleaders.
With dating Lish the stakes were raised exponentially. Even one slip up and I knew she’d be out dating another Division III nerd before I could say “Cum Laude”.
I did my best to perform the boyfriend role flawlessly. Pay for dates? Check. Pen letters that cause Cyrano to blush? Check.
Commit spontaneous public displays of affection? CHECK.
Now that we’re married, I sometimes forget the lengths to which I went to impress Lish.
Honey, I hope you know, I’ll still play tongue-tag with you in a water fountain. Any time. Any place. You are still that irresistible. And I am still that ass-over-teakettle in love with you.
