Part 1: Meet Your Mammoth. The first day I was in second grade, I came to school and noticed that there was a new, very pretty girl in the class—someone who hadn't been there the previous two years. Her name was Alana and within an hour, she was everything to me.
When you're seven, there aren't really any actionable steps you can take when you're in love with someone. You're not even sure what you want from the situation. There's just this amorphous yearning that's a part of your life, and that's that.
But for me, it became suddenly relevant a few months later, when during recess one day, one of the girls in the class started asking each of the boys, "Who do youuu want to marry?" When she asked me, it was a no-brainer. "Alana."
Disaster. Continue reading.
Originally posted on Lifehacker.