Oh sure, I had my David Cassidy as a kid. And he was so important to me! My own mother says that I am only attracted to handsome men 'cause of him. Maybe. He wasn't much different than Harry, though I got to watch him on TV every week in what seemed like a very realistic situation ... who doesn't sing with their family and drive around in a painted school bus going to shows??? The Partridge Family even came to Girl Scouts with me. At a spaghetti dinner night, I convinced the girls in my group to stage a performance of one of my favorite songs: "I Think I Love You." I really wanted to be Laurie, oh, she was so pretty. But I had to settle for Danny. Well, settle isn't exactly it. I was the director after all and could have been any one of the players, but I have red hair ... especially when I was younger ... so I thought it best that I play the red head in the group. I think that I remember that we were a big hit with our guitars cut out of cardboard playing to a needle on a scratchy record. Nice.
I wonder if girls are doing that stuff now? I would love to think that somewhere in America or anywhere else in the world for that matter, a group of girls are getting together at a pancake breakfast and lip synching to One Direction. They are serious. And they are in love. It's the best kind of love upon reflection .... a dreamy boy, only nice things coming forth from their lips, and none of the icky stuff. I guess that's what makes relationships so difficult as an adult ... because no one can be dreamy all of the time. Except in pop land.
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