While the quest to find the girl of my dreams had extended into sophomore year of high school, Catwoman had been worth the wait. There was much work ahead – as my crush was only a few minutes old. Still, I was closer to walking off into the sunset with the love of my life than I’d ever been before. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too long before I’d be spending these bus rides with an arm wrapped around her tiny shoulders, admiring my reflection in those chocolate eyes. In the meantime, my boundaries were marked by a chunk of foam leaking out of a tear in the seat.
Early on into my sophomore campaign, I finally had an opportunity to unleash my enhanced suaveness. Based on how well Catwoman had responded to my anecdote about Coach Wolverine, it appeared that my plan to win over the girl of my dreams with funny stories was no Bogartian fantasy. Our hero couldn’t wait see her reaction to Chun Li’s tantrum about not being able to resurrect Tinkerbelle or Bruce Banner’s orchestra meltdown over a mom joke. Since the ride to practice guaranteed us 10 minutes of alone time everyday, I’d be able to share those tales soon enough. Once a barber tamed the overgrown Luke Skywalker-style mop on my head, I’d be unstoppable.