Anyway, the important part: I was serving gingerbread and wassail. A cocky boy walked up in his Top Gun knockoff leather jacket and asked for more wassail, and I said, simply, "No." I remember it vividly, which is weird because I'm a smartass every day. Now, I would have said "yes" if he'd asked again nicely, but he didn't give me a chance--he just turned around and walked away.
And hated me for 2 years. :) Like, made fun of me when he saw me hated me.
Then we met again because of Program Council, and eventually he loooooooved me.
And lucky me, the Boy I like loves me still and we have two great kids we like and love.
Life is good. :)
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