Posted by Sir Cucumber at on Friday, May 23, 2008





No one forgets their first love. Nor, hard as they try, can they forget the stupid things they did trying to impress them. Like coming to class in a pair of ultra-wide JNCOs from Pacific Sunwear on Friday Jeans Day when Erica Lapchak knew damn well you'd never wore anything but elastic waistband khakis since the first grade.



But foolish as we may make ourselves, the fact remains that the dance of courtship requires leaps of faith and flexibility. No prize worth winning is ever won without stepping up your A game, and no relationships leave us unchanged, but remember who you were, because it's still who you are.



This week's haiku go out to all who've ever made their play, whether it panned out or not.





PARAPPA THE RAPPER



pugnacious posture

hip hop jihad for her love

tastes like an onion





safe driving record

mollifies my girl's parents

but won't get me tits







