I attended a good friend’s wedding reception in Iowa last weekend. It was amazing reunion of friends of mine since junior high school that I haven’t seen all together in many years. I could describe my good friend in many ways, and one of them would be “first boyfriend.” I attended my first boyfriend’s wedding reception in Iowa last weekend.
What is a first boyfriend? It’s a boy you meet when you are eleven, performing in your first play, Peter Pan. Two years later, he calls you on your parents’ cordless phone to ask you on a date. Then he asks you your favorite color, which you say is blue even though it’s really pink but you are afraid pink is not a cool thing to say to a boy. Your parents drop you off at the movie theater, you meet him, his best friend, and his best friend’s girlfriend in the lobby, and purchase the tickets to Daylight with Sylvester Stallone. While the other couple is “making out” next to you, you stare at the screen. The boy does the same. As the credits roll, the boy turns to you and says, “Will you be my girlfriend,” as he pulls a small blue ring out of his pocket and confidently puts it on your finger.
There is one thing I really regret about those junior high school years. I really wish my best friend Heather and I didn’t have the routine of taking notes we got from boys, reading them aloud, laughing and crying at the embarrassment we felt, and finally ripping the notes into tiny pieces and flushing the pieces down the toilet.
Luckily, I have a really good memory.
I remember two things about the notes I got from Daniel. 1. On the back of the note he would draw a maze for me to follow during study hall. 2. One note he gave me said, “You are so hot. On a scale of 1-10, 1 being really ugly and 10 being Nicole Kidman, you are a 6.”
And I knew he meant that as a compliment.
The day before I left for Iowa, I found a note that I’d written to Daniel in high school. A love letter that somehow managed to move with me into six different apartments in the last seven years, just hiding away for me to discover. I had the brilliant idea that I would give the note to Daniel at the wedding reception. But I decided against it when I remembered how I really like his wife and would like her to continue to like me also. I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea here! It’s a pretty funny letter. It’s written on United Airlines drink napkin. Here is an excerpt:
I’m probably creeping out the other passengers on this airplane as I write on this napkin while eating airplane pretzels and drinking airplane water. But I don’t care. Just so you know, I am listening to the John Mayer song of the week, “Comfortable,” and it will most likely be on repeat until I land in Denver.
That’s the least embarrassing part of the letter.
This is what Daniel and I looked like when we were boyfriend and girlfriend:
Yay! Daniel and Jessica, I wish you all the best. Congratulations!