The story of a ring... part II

Cut-to senior year. (you missed me dating other guys in my 8 months of being "single-and-loving-it" or whatever. Boys, embarassments, heartbreak and bff bonding).

After a happening February half-day of video games, deli sandwiches, Stratego, and a bf in common, Marc asked me if I'd like to go running. Now, don't think I hadn't noticed new in-shape Marc at the beginning of senior year, and I wanted in on his secret. If this guy could run, so could I. I should also mention that I decided I liked him that half-day. It felt like a rebound from the guy I broke up with the day before thing- and I felt bad about that- but the fact that I felt bad that he might be a rebound was a good sign, yeah? So, we went running in Tyler Park one mild, overcast afternoon, and back to his house for dinner. Where I noticed that in my pathetic attempts at shove-laugh-flirting on our run/walk, my class ring went missing from my left ring finger.

The class ring company replaced it for cheap, but Marc would replace it with something eeeven better...