Mikey, I'm going to stare a hole into my windshield>>>
December 19, 1986
I never had much luck with the ladies...every time I'd try to get to first base I'd end up sitting in the dugout playing with my bat.
I did some casual dating, had a few minor crushes, but it seemed I'd always end up talking to Karen. For all the lack of romance in my life, there was nothing more romantic than talking to a beautiful woman who really listened to me and cared. Sometimes I'd call Karen, or visit, and we'd talk for hours. I always knew she was the one I most wanted to be with...she was my most special friend. And she had deep, hypnotic, blue eyes I could look at for hours (she says they're green).
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