In sixth grade I got mono.
I have no idea why I got mono.
Calling it the "Kissing Disease" to a 12-year old is just confusing.
I had not kissed anyone in my life.
I was just super fucking tired.
I had to stay out of school for like 6 weeks or something ridiculous like that.
It was during that time that I discovered soap operas with all of their delicious scandal, love affairs, far-fetched plot lines, and lovely looking people.
It was during that time that I discovered my first love...Jack Wagner.
Oh my, made my heart go pitter patter as Frisco Jones on General Hospital.
And that Felicia had no idea how good she had it...dummy.
Oh, and did I mention that he sang too? So, I bought his album and listened to "All I Need" endlessly.
There were other things I did for Jack Wagner. When I went to bed, I would put on my best silky nighties with a ribbon in my hair with the hopes and dreams that he would come kidnap me in my sleep. He'd take me as his wife and we'd live happily ever after with that silly Felicia out of the way. After all, I was mature enough to know that their love on TV wasn't real...they were just characters.
He really loved me.
What a weirdo I was thinking that it would be awesome to be kidnapped from my bedroom by Jack Wagner...seriously. There was something wrong with me.
Who would want to spend their entire young life with this facial hair? Ick!
He's aged pretty well though, huh?
I still kinda love him...what can I say!?!
Are you playing along? I'm doing pretty well...two days down and I'm actually finishing my little challenge on time...who woulda thunk it?