my first love letter

It was a card with a picture of two dogs on the front. It came from a kid at summer camp, expressing his feelings for me. I was fifteen, and this was the first time a boy had even paid any attention to me.

Unfortunately, he wasn't the type of boy I wanted to pay attention to me. He was kind of quiet, kind of chubby. Work khaki pants and a blue button down shirt a lot. TO SUMMER CAMP.

He was kind of like Milhouse, actually.

Still, I was flattered. I didn't save the card, though. I wish I had, because now, almost seventeen years later, whatever it said would be extremely amusing!