As Oft As I Do Her

When I was back in high-school there were 3 or 4 'cool chicks' and 6 or 7 halfway decent 'hunks' at Boston High. But - short of 'halfway decent' - I was very well aware that super gorgeous babes weren't apt to date my kind o' guy. To get a chick at Boston High you had to have great hair...a flashy smile...a well developed body...and - a 'ride', But mine was thin and rusty red...my front teeth overlapped...and, measurin' out at 37 inches side-to-side, Even drivin' a new Corvette would not have done the trick! Fortunately the girl I wound up hoping to attract Wasn't terribly pretty and her size was close to mine, so - car or not - despite the many attributes I lacked, I managed to convince myself that if I did things right - came on slowly, step-by-step - really played it cool - That sometime soon she'd realize that we were meant to be, and we would wind up married by the time we'd finished school! It sounded like the perfect plan. We both were kinda blimpy...neither one was easy on the eyes or terribly smart, But just before I'd mustered up the nerve to ask her out, her fam'ly moved to Baton Rouge and ripped my plan apart! I only wish I'd made my move and told her how I felt a month or two before they'd left. Just suppose I had - Maybe - if she'd felt the same, at least I would have known, and for the past few lonely years, I wouldn't have been this sad. I actually miss her every day! I see her in my dreams. I never got to know her, but I'm absolutely sure That she and I were so alike it would have worked out well, and hopefully she dreams of me as oft as I do her.