One chick in high school comes to mind. For some reason, I was really smitten with her, and I could not even tell you why. Even to this day.
Her most outstanding feature was that her nose resembled a pig's snout. If she were looking at you, the tip of it pointed at the ceiling, and you had a clear view of both nostrils. Some folks might find that cute. I didn't.
But for some reason, every day, I could not tear my eyes off her in class. And she no doubt did catch me staring at her more than once. I tried turning away each time she looked in my direction but I was always a little late. I felt bad about that.
For some reason, she really got my pulse going. My heart was beating like I ran a race or something. But no other girl in that class affected me that way. And there were some lookers in there, dammit.
It really was enough to make me think that she must be THE ONE for me. The signs were screaming it. I had to do something about it or our kids would never be born!
Personality-wise, she was weasel. She always got the best grades in the class, but not because she studied. Every day (it was practically a ritual), when we got our tests graded and returned, most of us just accepted what we got. Not her.
She never accepted anything less than an A+. Absolutely, she had to argue with the teacher that the questions she got wrong were actually right. They'd have a little back and forth, with him eventually giving in to her whining and upgrading her paper. Maybe because she made good points, but mostly because she just wore him down. And maybe he thought giving Miss Piggy the A+ she wanted so badly wasn't harming anyone.
Anyway, there comes a day when our seating arrangements got jostled around. I ended up getting seated much closer to her. Class hadn't started yet, so to keep my eyes off of her, I opened up a book of crossword puzzles I brought with me and started doing one.
"You like crossword puzzles?" she asks me.
That took me by total surprise. She was actually talking to me!
I was flustered, tripping over my own words.
"Well...yeah...they're fun...something to do..."
She was nodding to me as I spoke, making me feel like she totally understood.
Then she turned to her friend and said, "What a weirdo."
That was all it took. Three magic words. Miss Piggy was never able to get me bothered about her again. My opinion of her took a crashdive.
Good thing, too. Her whiney piglets weren't going to be my concern.
