Mike started coming to our church a fair number of years ago, when he was in his midteens. I have to say, it must have taken a lot of guts to break into our group without having someone in the group already to introduce him and invite him to things. I mean, we have gotten better in recent years, but it is still very easy to exclude people.
At any rate, Mike was my escort for grad. He was a great escort, lots of fun, brought me a corsage, and was a perfect gentleman. He was exactly what I needed, as I am pretty certain that classmates were taking bets to see if I would either show up with a cousin or (horrors!) an uncle (I wasn't all that confident, so I didn't appear very attractive). Luckily Mike was a good age (couple years older, points for me), not related, and attractive. (I had forgotten how stupid high school could be, with this whole rating people thing.)
As of now, Mike is happily engaged and working as a pilot. And to this day, I still cannot spell his last name. It is all the vowels. I can't handle vowels.
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