I went out to walk my dog Celeste. It was rainy lightly in Northern New Jersey. It’s been that way for days. I was glad to find the streets deserted. The kids that are usually playing on the sidewalks at this time of the afternoon — a powerful reason for a friendly pup to pull me in all directions — were all indoors.
About twenty five feet in front of me a couple of young lovers was walking, holding hands, laughing. By young I mean fifteen, sixteen. What caught my interest was the way they were celebrating their love and mutual attraction — and at fifteen you can’t distinguish between the two — under the cloudy skies. It was quite a contrast. Their playfulness wouldn’t elicit a smile only from the most cynical.
When I got closer, there was something else that I realized: The girl was a lot prettier than the boy was handsome. But the way she was behaving, it appeared that all of her senses found him irresistible.
I imagined what the boy was thinking. And I thought of these lyrics:
And I never had a girl
Looking any better than you did
And all the kids at school
They were wishing they were me that night