when Mr. LAW was a kid, his grandma lived down the road from my baby sitter. He tried to kiss me. I threw mud at him.

When he was a teenager, his best friend introduced us again. (we didn't know about the earlier connection.) I totally ignored him and tried to get in the best friends knickers.

Then we ended up in drama class together when he was in the 11th grade and I was in 9th. To hear him tell it, I was the most gorgeous girl on the planet and he had to have me to he laid down his pimp skills and got what he wanted. Here the rest of the story.

The girl I thought was my best friend at the time decided it would be a fantastic idea to date the guy she knew I was jonesing for. Not only that, but she told everyone how sorry and pathetic I was and that I would never find or keep a man. And I believed it, because my track record thus far was pretty shitty. And so I showed up in this drama class completly down on myself and with no selfesteem when this guy resembling a slightly less stoner version of Cheech Marin starts hitting on me. I decided he was the best I would ever do and gave him my number.

We dated through high school, got married our second year of college (3 years ago), and had our first child last year. He is the most perfect thing that has ever happened to me becuase he showed me I was worth something.

And bad karma does catch up with people. The "best friend" was dumped at the alter last year by her fiance. The fiance left her for her best friend...a dude. tragic.















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