Sometimes when infatuation spills out of you so effusively that you can’t hold your dimples in, you just need your bestie to have your back, and go tell it on the mountain–or go tell the bestie of your crush that you think he’s the most.
Then he can relay the information. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Then it’s up to him to make the next move. Or bring his buddies with him as wingmen.
Sparks may fly between you.
And who knows where that could lead?
I Don't Get It 
Awww 🙂 Haha! And now I’m going to have that song in my head!
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Sorry. Hopefully it won’t be your weekend earworm.
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There’s worse songs to have in my head 🙂
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That’s a great set of photos perfectly captioned – enough to invoke a minor cringe. I just SueAnn didn’t drop a cigarette ash down the back of Biff’s shirt.
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Why, she would never! A lady never ashes down a man’s back.
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OK, I’m relieved.
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They did have the stages of courtship down tight those days, Kerbey. Great job aiding the telling, my friend.
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😀
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Ah, those were the days when a friend would be recruited to test the waters for you.
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Passing notes in class – do you think that cute boy likes me? Note passed back – I’ll find out. Girlfriends are the best.
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Exactly!
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