FranklinLewis_Architect - The Monday Morning Memo

“Actually, it’s amazing that I learned to type at all, considering the fact that I spent more time looking at Becky than the Gregg typing chart on the wall.

The keys on the typewriter had no letters on them. We had to look at the chart on the wall to find out where the letters were. I never did memorize the keyboard, but I memorized every detail of every visible feature Becky possessed. When she wasn’t looking, I looked at her with such intensity that I’m surprised it didn’t change her hair color.

I studied her like I had discovered a new element on the periodic table. I memorized her full name, address, phone number, class schedule, birthday, social security number, favorite color, favorite perfume, shoe size, everything.

I would have memorized her boiling point, melting point, specific gravity, and density, but the information wasn’t available.

Through the journal entries I made while sequestered in the Fortress of Solitude, I practically kept a notebook on her.

She was documented as an endangered species.

But not all fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Some more cautious fools like myself simply tiptoe around the perimeter and stare through the fence.

Coward though I was, the thought of revealing my affection terrified me. Why would this beautiful girl who dated football players want to spend time with me, a pale, skinny nerd who couldn’t keep his hair out of his eyes?

So, each day I sat across the aisle in class, burning with such passion that I began to wonder why my desk wasn’t reduced to a pile of ashes, with me sitting atop the smoldering heap like a Buddhist monk.

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- Brad Whittington, "Welcome to Fred" p. 106

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