Chapter 19“Lucky ladies, get yourselves to the dance floor! It’s time for the bride to throw the bouquet!”
The first time Waz and I saw one another in person after I was off to the US Army and he was off playing college football in Ohio, was at Springfield High West Alumni Day on Friday, May 13, 2016, seven years to the day from the one we had our first intimate encounter. Or first naked encounter. Our first disaster.
I’d seen him at high school graduation six years prior. He stood on his seat and cheered in the auditorium when I received my diploma, but by the time I got out into the hallway after the ceremony, he was nowhere to be found.
I got a birthday message every June from him, starting in 2010, via his YouTube channel.
“For a special someone. I hope they see it. G, G, A, G, C,
