When he texted her over the summer of 2007, she was absolutely beside herself. After admiring him for most of their lives, she’d pine over each and every one of his lovely messages- things like, “Hey. What’s up?” and “Oh, that’s cool.” She’d have to type, erase and type each response several times before feeling satisfied enough to hit the send button. Should she use punctuation or was that too formal? Did she use, “yea” or “yes?” It didn’t matter. In reality, he didn’t care about those things.
He was from a good family and wasn’t like the other boys. When they started “going-out” for real, she was smitten.
The Seven Year Itch continues tomorrow at 7:30 A.M.