Oh, I forgot! The point of mentioning my previous encounter with Lucy was, well... ha! So, it's been said that one's sense of smell is one's strongest of their five. Lucy smelled like lots and lots of perfume. I recognized the smell, which was expensive and kind of nice, but it was almost overwhelming. I mean, personally, I like to keep things subtle. Lucy doesn't.
Anyways, this struck me as worth mentioning because it reminded me of when I was 16 or 17 and trying to impress this one girl-- the more Old Spice spray I used, the better off everything seemed. I was worried one day, though, because I had to wait for her 8th or 9th period class to finish. Basically, I had 50 minutes to myself. As had never been the case before or after this particular afternoon, I decided to play basketball with a few kids I vaguely knew. I held my own, I think, but I also had a good sweat going. It was embarrassing. So, like any normal teenager would do, I doubled the dose of Old Spice spray. It could've burned my eyes out, but she at least pretended to be impressed.
Huh.
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