For my first post, I decided to offer two chances to win a $5 Amazon.com gift card. Read on to find out how!
I love the part of the story when the hero and heroine meet. Especially when it’s funny. Writers call it the “meet cute.”
My first huge crush was on a senior we’ll call Mr. Perfect.
Every school has that one person who’s the superlative. Valedictorian. Varsity football player. Student body president. And in my Mr. Perfect’s case, handsome with dark good looks and warm, soulful brown eyes.
I was acutely aware of that last part because there wasn’t much for lowly sophomore members of Student Government to do at meetings, so I spent a lot of time gazing at him, fantasizing about running into him in the hall before class and having him notice me.
In the real world, Mr. Perfect had no idea I was alive, let alone who I was. But a girl could dream.
There’s a line in The Matrix that goes: “Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony.” Take it from me: Fate also has a sense of humor, and it’s straight out of a Three Stooges rerun.
I was zipping down the hall one Monday morning carrying my 30 pounds of textbooks when some guy whipped around a blind corner near the cafeteria and straight into my path. I plowed into him, we both went down and our books went flying.
Then I saw his face … and froze.
I wish I could tell you I hadn’t just laid out Mr. Perfect like he’d been hit by a linebacker.
I wish I could say I hadn’t ended up sprawled spread-eagle atop the boy of my dreams outside the student-packed cafeteria.
And more than anything, I wish I could say there hadn’t been dozens of laughing witnesses to this spectacle.
If a person really could die of embarrassment, my life would have ended then and there. I got up quickly, stammering an apology and grabbing books while my face turned a deep shade of red I don’t think Crayola has a name for.
Mr. Perfect got up more slowly, looking stunned. Before he could say anything, one of his pack of friends yelled, “Dude! She dropped you like a ton of bricks!”
That started a whole new round of guffawing.
In hindsight, I can’t blame anyone for laughing. Mr. Perfect being flattened by a 10th-grade girl must have been a seriously Three Stooges-worthy sight.
At the time, though, I was mortified. I’d crashed into my crush, then crushed him right outside the cafeteria. I didn’t even wait for him to say anything to me. I just took off.
That day, I learned you could go from being a nobody to being That Girl Everybody’s Talking About in less time than it takes to bang your head against a desk. I skipped Student Government and laid low the rest of the week, trying to ride out the jokes until my 15 minutes of infamy were up. I didn’t even walk my normal hall routes, just in case lightning struck twice.
By Monday, things were returning to normal and I went back to my old routine. But Tuesday before first period, when I rounded that blind corner by the cafeteria, lightning did indeed strike twice.
I’d plowed straight into Mr. Perfect again and dropped him like a bad habit. All of our books went flying again, and we landed in a tangle. And yes, I turned that same shade of red again.
Mercifully, though, the only witness this time was his younger brother. True, Perfect Jr. was laughing so hard that he couldn’t talk. But it was still better than having a crowd.
We disentangled and got to our feet. Then Mr. Perfect gave me a slow grin and said something that I’ll never forget …
OK, Readers, here’s your chance to win those gift cards! And you can do it with truth or fiction — or both, if you’re lucky!
I’m giving away $5 Amazon.com gift card to the first person to guess what Mr. Perfect said to me in real life. I’m also offering a $5 gift card for the best fictional answer.
Please give your answers in the Comments below by Nov. 22, 2015.
I’ll announce winners in my Nov. 24 post. Good luck!