A Red-Headed Woman
In high school I thought I was in love with a new girl who moved into my neighborhood. I’d watch through the kitchen window, waiting for her to turn the corner at the end of my street as she headed for school. I’d rush to the front door, wait about 30 seconds, and then casually head out. I would try to think of something clever to say to impress her because she had a great sense of humor and appreciated that in others.