Elizabeth Randolph:  

Various classmates have asked me who my biggest crush was at Tam? I really can't say. In the beginning, I looked for some cute guy in every one of my classes, praying that just one would ask me out. Only one I wanted ever did. You see, I was attracted to the shy, cute, brainy and athletic guy. It was this shyness element that kept me from attending any and all high school dances. I was a great dancer, but only those in my ballroom dancing class ever knew. Then one day, I found a cute guy that appeared to like me too. It took three months of my dropping hints in our Spanish class, before he ever approached me at my locker. I asked him things like, "Do you like going to school plays much? I do. Do you like ice cream? Have you ever been to Old Uncle Gaylord's? I love that place. What kind of food do you like? I like Italian." Guys can be so dense. He finally asked me out to see a school play. His mom sat in the back seat of her Volkswagen, while he drove us to the Ruby Scott Auditorium. He needed his mom to be that driver over 18 in the car, because he only had his permit. Fortunately, his mom didn't come with us to the play. She drove back home and returned a half hour after the play had finished. He held my hand all through the show. It was the biggest thrill of my life. I was amazed how much two people could sweat so much through their hands. It took two weeks of hanging out with him, practically every day following that night 12/12/75, before I ever got that first kiss that I had always dreamed of. Even then, at fifteen, I had to make the first move. I kissed him on the cheek. It was when I tried to do it a second time, he kissed me on the mouth. To top this story, it took my husband twenty-five years to ask me out. He found me through Classmates.com. He wrote one letter and di...Expand for more