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I was huge into the drama department in high school.  Specifically all the behind the scenes stuff.  My senior year we were working on Godspell when a certain new recruit caught my eye.  Virgil.  I was instantly attracted to him, but our meeting came during the death throws of my Jay troubles.  Friendship was all we could obtain for a while.  He was everything Jay was not.  Tall, toned, shy at first, young, considerate, inexperienced, openly geeky… it’s no wonder I was drawn to him.  As the nonsense with Jay was coming to a boil he became my shoulder to cry on.  He offered acceptance without judgement.  I had fears that after how used up Jay left me I could never expect any good guys to look at me again.  Virgil taught me otherwise.

Jay and I’s breakup had left one large problem.  I no longer had a date to my senior prom.  It was literally right around the corner and I was stressing because I had already bought two tickets.  Virgil made a surprising first move and volunteered.  I was thrilled.  We had been flirting for a few months by now.  The tv show Roswell became the double of our life.  Getting away from the rude guy, falling for the sweet one, wanting to be together but not being sure how to go about it.  There were so many similarities and it meant so much to us that he’d even bring me little tokens of affection based on what the characters had done in the show the night before.  Our flirting was so outrageous and obvious that all our friends were openly telling us to go out already.

Prom is like a dream.  He finds a tux in time, the villain is slain, my handsome prince dances with me to the Time Warp on the dance floor.  It was everything it should be, minus one detail.  No kiss.  In spite of how crazy for each other we were, nerves were still in the way.  It did lead to a lovely scene at school.  Virgil approached me saying there was something he forgot to do.  He then placed a perfectly chaste kiss upon my lips before running off to class.  It had been a long, long time since someone had made me feel that special.   I was downright giddy.
This is only the beginning of this story.  Virgil’s another long one, but much more fun to tell.  While going through my years of blogging to make sure I get certain things in correct order, I realized I’d gotten certain past entries here wrong in some important ways.  I’ll be sure to make a mention when I go back and fix them.   Some are tiny things like inserting a name where I couldn’t remember, some are big like the fact that I really didn’t sleep with Brandon until after Jay and I broke up.  We had just fooled around a little.  Silly memory, mushing everything up like that!

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