Can't You Feel the Weight of My Stare?

Oh, my heavens: is Christina Simmers a smokin’ hottie or what? I about fell out of my chair when I opened this 80s photo from Stephanie LeBlanc. I mentioned it to Chris, and she said this was taken at a party at Mrs. Manetta’s house; maybe it was when we were juniors and she was on the yearbook staff.

My memory failed me when I’d apparently forgotten what a bombshell Christina was in high school. It is funny what I do remember, though: moments that are so clear I can almost smell the grass in the courtyard. During one lunch period, Christina pointed out a guy in a group standing on the sidewalk; we were in the opposite corner by a picnic table. She described the one she thought was cute, but I cannot remember his name today. (Alas, it is how my memory works.) The only problem, she said, was the way he held his sandwich. He ate it upside-down. She giggled when she said that just watching it drove her bonkers.

I’m not sure whether she ever told the guy about his lunching deficiency, but I am positive those guys knew we were talking about them. Why they didn't drop dead from the flattery of our attention is still a mystery to me.