meanwhile, over on undressed, i've been hooked by the story line featuring the newly-hot geek boy who hooks up with his high school jock tormenter while vacationing. said jock boy doesn't recognize geek boy and has acquired a taste for the meat since graduation. hijinks ensue once jock boy discovers who geek boy is, all featuring scores of gratutious nudity. which got me to thinking, what would it be like to score with the hottest guy in high school after all these years?

for me, that would be danny hassel. freshman year, i was on the school newspaper and ironically was assigned the sports beat. that fall, our football team was red-hot and i ended up interviewing several of the seniors on the team, who, for some reason, took a shine to this smart-ass little guy (at 14, i was 5'2".) danny was in my algebra class and had failed it three years running. it became my duty to cheat him through the year, ensuring his graduation and my freedom to run amok. imagine being a loud-mouthed scrawny dork with four brawny football-stud seniors at your back. the quad was my oyster.

danny was just how julie brown likes 'em: big and stupid. and though it would be difficult to describe my feelings at the time as sexual, i knew there was something about danny. of course, nothing came of it. he graduated, i moved away. and forgot about him altogether until my freshman year of college. i was home for christmas break and my younger brothers had somehow convinced my parents to rent a nightmare on elm street 4: the dream master. throughout, i kept thinking how the main guy looked so familiar and why couldn't i place him. then, the credits roll and there it was. danny hassel. just as i remembered him, only bigger and more stupid. "i went to high school with him!" i exclaimed, leaving out the big ol' crush part of course. we all laughed, and i felt vaguely uncomfortable about the big ol' crush part, even though, i hadn't let on (it would be five more years before i finally came out to my parents one drunken christmas eve, but that's a different story.)

where was i going with all of this? nowhere in particular and it seems that i have arrived. i'm sure i must have had a point when i started but it seems to have successfully eluded me. tired. must nap. ciao.