Was it Something I Said?

Forgive me if I've wrote about this already though I can't seem to find it anywhere. A couple months ago I was unloading my gorceries into the trunk. I walked my cart to the cart corral and as I walking back to my car another vehicle slowed to a crawl.

Two young men were in it and the car stopped. One laughed a hearty goof ball chuckle and I thought, "Oh great, here we go."

Not that I am super gorgeous. But I do look like I am 15, even though I am 26 years old and usually stink like BO after work. For this reason, I suppose I am throwing off pheremones to teenage boys, because that's the only dudes who ever seem to look at me.

I passed the car and the driver poked his head out the window. "Is your name Misty?" he called.

I stopped. Suspicions arose. "Yeah," I snapped.

"It's Dean!" he said. I've changed his name to save any embarassment and in the off chance someday my blog gets really popular and is read by half of the country's population.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

"Dean! Oh my gosh!!" I exclaimed. Hadn't seen Dean since I was 17. He parked the car and walked up to me. We chatted briefly about what he's been doing and where's he been. Turns out he just got out of jail for running drugs across the boarder.

"Well, it sounds like you've been productive!" I laughed. Then I casually look around for any plain clothes officer who might be watching us.

"So, do you have a boyfriend, are you married?" Dean asked.
"Yep! I married, Shawn, remember, the tall guy?" I exclaimed.

Of course everyone at our school new Shawn, even though he never attended there. He was the cool dude who picked me up after school in the red Camaro Z28 (with T Tops, of course).

Shawn was the cool dude who went Karl Drake's house and beat him up after he and I got into a fight at school. Dead lived on the same block as Karl. He saw everything, and most of the school new about it in 7 seconds.

So yeah, everyone new who Shawn was.

After I mentioned Shawn's name, the conversation wrapped up pretty quickly. Dean made a lame excuse about having to get his buddy to work.


Not to be conceited or anything, but I had once suspected Dead had a small crush on me in school. Maybe it was because I was nice to him. Maybe it was because I was a female who actually talked to him. Though I was one to talk to everybody. I hung out with popular kids, band nerds, and the future computer billionaires.

So, did he take off because I told him I was married?
Or, because I told him I married Shawn?

After Shawn's encounter with pro wrestler The Rock (see my very first post) and beating up Karl, no one really messed with me at school anymore. See, I did get into a lot of fights, with boys mostly, but I never started them. I merely defended myself and took heat for that because my parents weren't in the circle, you know?

Well, it's for the best anyway. I really do not want to be associated with someone on parole after smuggling drugs across the boarder.

As if I didn't have enough problems as it were!