Out of Time Mom

In high school, I was quite excited to go on a date with a certain boy. Sure, he was smart and attractive. He worked as a volunteer for children and old ladies. He had been a state champion in a number of sports.

None of those were the reasons though. There is one fact that got me more excited than anything else.

He played guitar.

And he told me that he was going to play a special song JUST FOR ME.

Now that was something to send my teenage heart a-fluttering.

I got dropped off at his house (I know, it’s quite the image of sexiness when you can’t get your license until you are nearly 21 years old, and thus you have to depend on the driving skills and vehicles of others to get anywhere) and waited as patiently as I could until he answered.

The acoustic…