Will You Go With Me, Obama?

Remember your very first love?

What some people call "puppy love"?

Strange feelings started to well up within you at the same time you noticed even stranger "developments" starting to occur throughout your body, both inside and out.

Next thing you knew you were standing to one side of a middle school gym floor while New Orders "Bizarre Love Triangle" blared from hidden speakers….either standing with the "Wolf Pack", skinny little men in parachute pants and Chuck All-Star sneakers, nervous as hell, drinking Dr. Pepper from Styrofoam cups…or on the other side, the "Teen Queens", beguiling creatures, some of them a full foot taller than the "Wolves", baffling and mysterious budding junior goddesses, stood with their own kind, tossing come-hither glances over their shoulders, almost challenging the "Wolves" to approach them….

Eventually you found that one special someone. Now your heart soared to stratospheric heights! You had never experienced such joy in all your short life. Just the touch of his or her hand sent you reeling!! Every waking moment was spent with this person and at night all you did was dream of them. Your friends put out Missing Persons reports on your behalf.

Joy of never-ending joys!!!

But then something happened…..almost overnight….you noticed something changing….somehow that person, who just days before your couldn't get enough of, whose every word was hilarious and deep, whose whole visage and physical being was like visual ambrosia to you, suddenly became something less than that…..they even started to annoy you in small but growing ways…..eventually your ducked the hallway like a furtive criminal just to avoid them coming down the hallway….the mixed tape you started for them lies half-finished unfinished in your boom box…..you make up increasingly ridiculous excuses with your mom to avoid having to talk on the phone….

As you mope over a soggy bowl of Count Chocola your parents mention something like "buyers remorse" but you have no idea what they're talking about….parents are so bogus sometimes….what do they know about love?

With mounting dread, you think of the upcoming "Winters Ball" you had foolishly promised this person to go with just weeks before…it going to happen in early November, months away….but in the heat of the moment, without a care in the world, you had vigorously said, "Yes!".

What were you thinking??? How were you to know that true love was built on substance, hard-earned respect, and trust, a demonstrated commitment to shared dreams and success??? How could you ever get out of it??? What if you played sick that night? Or, what if you convinced your dad to get a new job and more to a new town???

Agony of never-ending agonies!