I was sitting around, thinking of you (just a normal Tuesday night) and reminiscing about 9th grade. That was the first year I went to See you a the Pole. Ya know, that day in September when high schools students around the globe band together and pray for their schools, while holding hands around the flag pole? My 9th grade SYATP experience was especially memorable because I got to hold Jason’s hand, and he was my 9th grade crush. Sigh, what a special morning of raging teenage hormones prayer.
Anyway, back to you. I started thinking about you in high school (or secondary school? What do you Brits call it?) and what it would have been like to hold your hand. I envisioned myself tracing my thumb along your thumb, making soft little circles on it and then probably squeezing it SO hard out of excitement that it gets a little bruise. But you wouldn’t have minded because, unlike Jason who did mind, you would’ve been so overcome with attraction to my 9th grade braces & pimples-self and given me an unforgettable first kiss that would have been unforgettable in a very good way and obviously in private since everyone around us would be have their eyes closed while praying (as opposed to my actual first kiss which was with the guy that I mirrored your Myspace after and very much in public in front of the high school and in front of my best friend’s dad).
It was during this 9th grade, pure little Christian-girl, See You at the Pole fantasizing that it occurred to me: It’s high time we had a poll on Letters to Rob! So, introducing our very first:
See You at the Poll
This poll is actually for you all. Italy’s coming up, so let’s discuss what Rob’s looking most forward to! Or submit your own idea at the bottom of the poll!
Moon’s cheesy Wednesday words:
I didn’t take the pole down after Rob was over the other day, I just brought it into the blog!