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Latest Blog Post: Non-Negotiables

My first car was a maroon 93′ Chevy Cavalier that my friends dubbed “The Stallion.” My love for that car ran incredibly deep as it never died on me, never stalled, never broke down and always got me where I needed to go. I didn’t take care of it nearly as well as I should have and despite that fact, it never betrayed me. I was spoiled from the start. I assumed that every car would behave this well.
My first date was when I was 14. I don’t know where or why my infatuation with AJ began, but I had it bad. I was going into my sophomore year of High School, and he had already graduated. I knew that I only had one real chance, so at the end of the summer, I approached him and meekly asked him out. I can’t imagine what I would ever do in that situation, but he handled me in a brilliant fashion. We went to the movies. He picked me up, dressed nicely, wore cologne, and paid. The movie was mediocre, we sat in the very back row (it was his favorite place to sit for the best view,) and he had been exhausted from a late night before this. But I was happy and it was nice. Shortly thereafter he left for college and explained that even though we can’t ever date, we’ll always be friends. He could have crushed me and yet he didn’t. Much like with my first car, my first date left me spoiled. At 14 or 15, I assumed that every man would behave this well.

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