Ed was dreamy. Straight-out-of-a-teen-movie-dreamy. He was on the football team. (Okay, so he was a kicker, not really the guy in the middle of the action, but still…football team! And being a kicker meant he was actually a normal-sized man. Trust me, a linebacker would not work well with my petite 5-foot-tall frame.)
He would come to my door bearing gifts of food while I was studying. How did he know that I was even awake at 1 a.m.? He would bring flowers for no particular reason. How did he get to be so romantic and classy?
He would pick me up for formal occasions looking perfectly dreamy in his tuxedo. One time he drove a corvette, and I was wearing a short & sassy dress. One time he hired a limo, and I was in a full-length ball gown with layers of tulle underneath. How did he know to match the car with the dress?
He would take me out for a fancy dinner and not expect anything in return. He didn’t try to take advantage of me, or even really kiss me. And that’s when I would begin to wonder….
He really was almost perfect. Except he was not very interesting, and not very funny, and not very smart. He was not very much of anything beyond the (very handsome) facade. Except so very kind and way too considerate for a normal college guy. Each summer we would part, and in the fall I would return to campus waiting to see how summer might have changed him. Alas, he was still dreamy, classy, overly considerate, and boring.
It was painful to let him go.
