I just found this challenge so I’m starting with day # 10.
Me & Burt Reynolds.
Another one of those faerie tale romances that never got off the ground.
It started like this:
The year was 1972 and I was in the 8th grade. It was Friday night.
My friend Marta and I were able to talk our respective parents into letting see Deliverance, sans parental guidance.
We were sitting in a dark theatre sharing a disgusting tub of butter-soggy popcorn when it happened: Burt Reynolds appeared on the screen.
And I knew, just knew, he was the guy for me. Once my zit-farm of a face cleared-up, I acquired a pair of contact lenses and figured out what to do with my frizzy hair, I’d launch a relentless pursuit.
Before all of that could happen, though, I learned that he was rude and arrogant in real life. That, I could deal with; but when I found out about his girlfriend—heh.
I had no choice but to dump him.
Sorry Burt. You blew it!