Boys, boys, boys

It would appear that all I can talk about today is boys from my recent and distant past. This post will not be any different.

If Nicola ever sends me the pics from the Mermaid Day Parade, you might get a rare Jess-dressed-as-mermaid pic. I know, you're very excited. The parade was lovely, and I always love a Coney Island trip. I do not, however, recommend stepping foot in the water, which I did and it was truly disgusting and there's a very real chance I may currently be dying from something I picked up in there. Anyway, we're watching the parade and suddenly I see Jim, a boy I almost kissed in 8th grade and lusted after through most of high school. Oh. My. God.

Jim was in Mrs. F's church youth group, and she brought me to a Halloween party at their house in 8th grade. Jim was a few years older (like 26 - kidding!), and somehow he and I ended up going for a walk in the woods and talking. We had A MOMENT, and then someone called us into the house for something-or-other and it didn't happen.

Then, when we were in high school, Jim worked on the staff of the summer camp Mrs. F and I attended, and he was all tattoed and dreadlocked and making me giggle with his mere existence. Boys with dreadlocks make me giggle -- I don't know why. Then after summer camp, he disappeared from my life forever and rumor had it, became some Wall St. dude. And then there he was... in the Mermaid Parade -- the same tattoes, a little older. Still cute. In hindsight, I probably should have said hi.