Saturday, April 30, 2005

My Swatch Was Paisley With Red Bands

I don't remember who or what it was, but someone the other day said something that reminded me of my 8th-grade boyfriend, Archie.

He was in 7th grade, which made me a big-time cradle robber back then. He was cute (which I think is required if you're named Archie), and very, very shy. I think we may have only kissed once. We signified our going outness by exchanging Swatch watches. I wore his big chunky one, he had my little girly one.

One day after about 3 weeks, I just got tired of him. I told his friend to give him back his Swatch and retrieve mine for me, and that is the way Archie knew we were through. There was no drama, no fuss.

Wouldn't it be nice if everything in life were that easy? Although maybe not as mean.