Janie was the first person I met when I moved to Foothills. My parents wanted me to have some local family to connect with if I needed help. She’s not really family, but Janie’s dad and mine are old friends. Janie and I just clicked as soon as we met. You know what I mean? We are the same age and into many the same things, mostly video games.
Janie’s dad is a mechanic and brought her home a dirt bike that he built himself. She loved riding but was a bit scared of doing anything too crazy with it. However, once she introduced it to me, I was just instantly good at it. Some things just fit us naturally, and that was one of those things for me. We would ride together in open lots. Janie would ride around in circles as fast as she could. Then she would give me a turn, and I would buzz around, looking to jump everything. I constantly watch videos of skills and tricks, trying to find a new one each time. Everts, Caroli, Metzger, Monea—I love watching vids of all the greats.
Mostly, I love doing the tricks just for the sake of the trick; but I have to say, I really like seeing Janie’s face when I land something new. There is something about the way she looks at me that I don’t see in anyone else—she really sees me. I remember my dad telling me about women.
“Son, you’ll hear women say that men are complex and that we don’t know what we want. Or, they’ll say we are only looking for a good time or a skinny younger girl. The truth is—and if women understood this, they could have any man they wanted—good men only want two things from women in a relationship: we want a woman who loves us and believes in us. You find a woman who does that, son? Stop looking. You’re home.”
Right after I stick a trick, the first thing I do is look for Janie’s face. Her inky raven eyes are locked on me, and behind them is pride. She thinks I can do anything. If I fall, I look to her just the same because her eyes do not change, except maybe the addition of concern. Even if I fail, she believes I will get up and eventually succeed. I may not know everything, but I know what love looks like. It looks like my best friend, Janie.
They opened a potato salad restaurant just down the street from me, which sounded like the dumbest idea ever. Next thing I know, like everybody, is really into it. Something has gone dangerously wrong!
Janie was the first person I met when I moved to Foothills. My parents wanted me to have some local family to connect with if I needed help. She’s not really family, but Janie’s dad and mine are old friends. Janie and I just clicked as soon as we met. You know what I mean? We are the same age and into many the same things, mostly video games.
Janie’s dad is a mechanic and brought her home a dirt bike that he built himself. She loved riding but was a bit scared of doing anything too crazy with it. However, once she introduced it to me, I was just instantly good at it. Some things just fit us naturally, and that was one of those things for me. We would ride together in open lots. Janie would ride around in circles as fast as she could. Then she would give me a turn, and I would buzz around, looking to jump everything. I constantly watch videos of skills and tricks, trying to find a new one each time. Everts, Caroli, Metzger, Monea—I love watching vids of all the greats.
Mostly, I love doing the tricks just for the sake of the trick; but I have to say, I really like seeing Janie’s face when I land something new. There is something about the way she looks at me that I don’t see in anyone else—she really sees me. I remember my dad telling me about women.
“Son, you’ll hear women say that men are complex and that we don’t know what we want. Or, they’ll say we are only looking for a good time or a skinny younger girl. The truth is—and if women understood this, they could have any man they wanted—good men only want two things from women in a relationship: we want a woman who loves us and believes in us. You find a woman who does that, son? Stop looking. You’re home.”
Right after I stick a trick, the first thing I do is look for Janie’s face. Her inky raven eyes are locked on me, and behind them is pride. She thinks I can do anything. If I fall, I look to her just the same because her eyes do not change, except maybe the addition of concern. Even if I fail, she believes I will get up and eventually succeed. I may not know everything, but I know what love looks like. It looks like my best friend, Janie.
They opened a potato salad restaurant just down the street from me, which sounded like the dumbest idea ever. Next thing I know, like everybody, is really into it. Something has gone dangerously wrong!