She was hot. All the curves of a mountain highway packed in a smallish frame. Bronze skin, raven hair, and big brown eyes that glowed with a passion from deep within her soul.
He was a nerd. Arms and legs like pipe cleaners. Coke bottle glasses, and a goofy fishing hat perched on his frizzy mane.
At lunch, she hung out under the bleachers doing what hot girls did there. He practiced threading the film projector.
She left school early amid scandal. He earned his diploma on time.
Separated by thirty years and 300 miles, they meet, by chance, on social media and . . .
Actually, nothing happened. She is coming off a bad marriage. He is blissfully married, but the smut talk and innuendo flew fast and furious.
That’s my high school classmate V. She’s new to the blogosphere. She’s putting her life back together for all to see. Her writing is quirky, and free wheeling, with heavy doses of disco lyrics. Her topics are varied: from the nostalgic, to the corny, to the mundane, but all will leave you smiling.
So if you ever wondered what ever happened to the hot girl who hung out under the bleachers back in high school, check out LouisianaSissy. And be sure to leave a comment. I hear she still does what hot girls do.