Ski Lessons (Recollection)

I remember Emmanuelle F. I remember how we held hands on the bus on our way back from ski lessons. We never dated and I start feeling bad that I never told her I wanted to date her. I ended up dating another girl from ski, inviting her to prom and then going with another one of her friends. I start thinking she still likes me. I am turned on. I think of how the other girls from high school may have been judging her. I think of Anne B. and fantasize about being with her and having her around at a mansion. I imagine everyone I used to know from high school at this mansion with us and we get into a long conversation that lasts the whole night.

Image credit: Nicolai Berntsen