My wife and I went to the same High school, but I didn’t know her until… something like 10 years later. I actually graduated with her brother, but had no idea he even had a sister. Much less a hot one.
A true shame.
Because in her senior year and my sophomore year (Haaayyy older ladies!), there would have been no way she could have rejected me.
I was at the pinnacle of male perfection. The embodiment of masculinity with the Adonis of physiques…
She would have swooned so hard.
Behold, the two of us in 1999:
Anyways. We grew up. (I learned to breathe through my nose, but my big head stayed big.)
Gunpowder and Ink! 