I’m just going to keep scanning old photos until you guys scream “Uncle”. And then I’m still going to keep scanning old photos because nobody tells me what to do!
This week, when my cousin Kaja was in town (hi Kaja!) and we’d met at The Cheesecake Factory, so I could clog my arteries and go back to the cardiologist I’d just taken Mom to that morning, we’d got to talking about people we used to know. Particularly people we used to date.
I was talking about one guy in particular. I was talking about how she and I had a thing for smart men. Except for this one guy I’d dated. “He was pretty dumb but he was really pretty so I went out with him for alot longer than I should have”.
“Oh. Yeah. Gerry?” Kaja said.
“Okay. I dated two dumb guys who were really pretty”. I had a thing for really pretty guys who were pretty dumb, for a brief period of time, I guess.
Here’s pretty Gerry. (sounds like Gary, only it’s spelled wrong.) I don’t think I have any photos of pretty Dean to share with you.
I thought about photoshopping out that zit that’s about smack dab between my eyebrows. But I try to be open to you all so why remove my one flaw?
One flaw. Lordy. I crack myself up. Like you could even look at me with Gerry in the photo.
Kaja used to tell the story about how after I’d left college, she ran into Gerry, who worked stock at the grocery store in town. (Gerry was from the college town). Kaja would make her voice go all dumb, saying “Hi. Kaja. kachunk kachunk (that would be Gerry using his price labeller on the cans) How are you? kachunk kachunk“. That was pretty much all Kaja had to say about her conversations with Gerry. Which wasn’t much more than what Gerry and I had to say to each other.
Did we talk?
I don’t remember.
Who needed words?
Oh. Yeah. Probably me. I have a thing for words. Use them all the time.
According to recent google stalking, Gerry’s still in Mankato. I’d love to see him again. See how good the years have been to him.
See if he ever figured out how to button his shirt up.
I for one am loving these old photos. Keep ‘em coming!
Heh. Love the shirt commentary. And I’d have never noticed the “flaw” had you not pointed it out. You two were a cute couple!
Also, Gerry = Jerry to me, too, for a guy and short for Geraldine for a gal, but only because my mother had a friend was called that.
Sandy
You’re right, he is pretty! I wonder why most of the pretty guys seemed to be kind of thick in the head…
Gerry looks just like James Franco. Pretty isn’t even the right word.
James Franco. Yum. But I thought Gerry looked alot like an early James Taylor. And I’d bet my bottom dollar that he looks like a current James Taylor now. Which ain’t bad. Unless Gerry got into a heroin lifestyle and never came out.
“… had a friend was called that”
… had a friend who* was called that even.
It’s been that kind of day all around really.
Pretty, but so what? I keep telling young women (I started with my daughters) that it’s *who* he is that counts. If you like him, he’ll look good to you. If you don’t like him, there’s nothing he can do that will really look good.
He doesn’t do a thing for me.
l’empress. Ain’t nothing wrong with pretty! I didn’t discriminate against the good looking! I was an equal opportunity dater! By the way, Gerry was a very nice guy. Okay. Why am I defending him? Nah. I’m defending me. I think that every once in awhile a young gal’s gotta date for shallow purposes. For if she does not, how will she know what depth looks like?
Well, I agree with Blue. Keep the old photos coming. They’re great! And yes, Gerry was very pretty, but OMG, you were pretty hot your own self, Girl!!