The Riesen.

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Wednesday, you have arrived.  The half-way point always makes me a little giddy.  Two more days!  Two more days!  Honestly, I do love my job.  As I've mentioned before, I work for a kick ass organization that has done, is doing, and will do amazing things for the international community.  I'm a proud worker bee, I am.  I just love the weekend more than I love work.  Is that so wrong?

Remember when I mentioned that really weird, really strange, odd, and creepy things seem to happen to me all-the-time?  No?  Well, yes, really weird, really strange, odd, and creepy things happen to me.  ALL-THE-TIME.  You would think that I would have grown accustomed to these random acts of strangeness.  But, no, I haven't.  I don't think I ever will.  Do I find these occurrences absolutely hilarious?  Hell yes!  

The "Felicity" episode I watched tonight reminded me of a day long, long ago.  Where do I even begin?  Once-upon-a-time my high school locker was broken into.  True story.  Okay, let me start at the beginning.  You see, there was this boy named W.  W was in my AP English class.  Besides having the same classes, W and I did not have much in common.    Sure, W was intelligent (our valedictorian) and sort of charming, however, he was simply not my type.  Is that my fault?  Not really.  

One day W walked me to my locker after class.  We were chatting and as I opened my locker W was standing over me, watching intently my every move.  I'm short, everyone hovers over me, so, I didn't think much of it.  I grabbed the books I needed and said my goodbye to W.  It was the end of a long day and all I wanted was home.

The next morning after my regular bagel buying routine I walked to my locker.  I held my lock, entered my combination, and opened my locker.  And, there it was, a small note and a piece of Riesen candy.  I was a little baffled at the whole situation.  I mean, no one had my locker combination.  NO ONE!  I was too curious to be angry so I opened the note.  The tiny, rectangular piece of paper said, "Here is one "riesen" to like me".  As soon as I laid my eyes on the handwriting I knew exactly who the culprit was.  W, W, W!  The question was, "How in the world did W get my locker combination?".  Better yet, did he actually believe this would win me over (apparently he did).

I scanned the locker room and as soon as I spotted him I knew exactly what I had to do.  Thank him.  I'm kidding.  I confronted the sneaky bastard.  W explained to me that the previous afternoon while he was standing over me he had memorized my locker combination.  Say what?  You did what?  Why?  W did not see this as an invasion of privacy.  All he wanted me to see was how much he liked me.  He thought it was sweet, thoughtful, caring, creative.  I thought it was stalkerish.  

Needless to say, things between W and I did not take-off.  Though he did write me one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read.  He put that Shakespeare guy to shame.  And, man, was he persistent.  After a few weeks he realized that I wasn't interested and decided to invest his energy into disliking me.  Yes, W went from really, really liking me to really, really disliking me.  Bi-polar much?  He decided to show me complete indifference for the rest of the school year.

In my defense, I did try to be his friend, I did.  He however, did not want my friendship.  He wanted more.  So, he turned all his positive feelings towards me into negative feelings.  From December to the rest of the school year W tried his best to ignore me.  It didn't matter what I had to say, he simply did not want to hear it.

Then during the last week of school, when he knew that there was a good chance he would never see me again, he forgave me.  The jury is still out on whether the punishment fit the crime.  I mean, did I even commit a crime?  Can I really be to blame for not reciprocating his feelings?  I think not.  Plus, he totally broke into my locker.  And his 'riesen' for doing so just wasn't enough.

xoxo