Ahhhhh, Art McGowan. Class of 76, senior stud for the ages, the ULTIMATE Mount Saint Mary's Rocket. Five reasons he should friend me...
#5. That small little scratch on the side door of your pristine 76 maroon convertible Corvette? May or may not have been due to me leaning over it to toss you a note and the zipper of my freshman cheer skirt catching on the door latch. So, ok, I had to have someone cut me out of the skirt, jerk it free and walk back to the school from the hallowed senior parking lot clad only in Danskin cheer tights. I DID later earn the honor of class favorite. Maybe that whole event was a blessing....
#4. Sure, everyone likes to credit Greg Robinson for the miracle, come from behind win by the Underdog Rockets over the Millwood Falcons. I ALWAYS correct people and tell them the real story. How you rallied an uninspired coach, a lackluster team of louts, who just wanted to let the game clock expire so they could get to Shakey's, and a despondent water boy by jamming a cleat in your wrist, drawing blood and working out the winning play on your white football pants and saving the day.
#3. Due to your heroic feats on the field, you had a slight injury and had to ride the elevator to class with Sister Justina the elevator operator for a week. I quickly manufactured an injury and happily doused myself with Charlie perfume for a pre 4th hour ride for a solid week. Ok, so maybe the last day I passed nervous freshman gas and when you wrinkled your nose, I rolled my eyes and gave Sister Justina a look of per disgust. I'm quite sure that the smell of Charlie and tacos still makes you think of her.
# 2. Hey, tell your dad I'm sorry about the time Lisa Worley and Trish got me all liquored up on an ounce of Bacardi and dared me to ring your doorbell and flash you. How was I to know that your dad would answer?
# 1. You can friend me with complete confidence in the justice system. They have anti-stalking laws now.
