Oh What I'd Give...
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So it was one week before the big game - just when I happened to find out about it.
I thought I would never meet Dean or ever see him face to face. I couldn't believe it! My one big
chance to meet and greet Dean Cain.
But there's always a negative side, in this case asking my parents to drive me there.
You see I live in Canada, Mississauga.
So I thought about asking my *strict, strict* parents - what was I thinking. But hey Lois always
took chances why can't I, it's only a question anyway.
So I came up to my dad, and asked him where St. Louis was he said he didn't know; somewhere in
America. So I looked at our map book, and tried to find St. Louis ending up with no results.
No, this was not a job for Superman - I was supposed to ask my parents to drive me.
I saw my dad working and I decided now was not the best time to ask him. So I decided to ask my
mom the next day. When she came home, I forgot about it and decided to ask her the next day.
This went on till Friday, when I used all my guts to ask her, before she left to go out.
What was her answer? - no. First of all she has no idea where it is, and they wouldn't even take
me if it was in Canada, because we had a big picnic we had to go for that day.
I did not want to go to that picnic, because I had a feeling that this would be one of the worst
days. About more than a 100 people attended, and I was forced to go. And believe me I'm really
shy in front of a lot of people.
I greeted the people we came to meet, and then took a seat on a bench.
I played volleyball for about ten minutes - by the way the ball was hardly hit back after someone
served, because no one could play the game. I was one of the few people who took some shots.
Then we had lunch. I didn't eat much because all items were spicy - I don't like spicy food.
Then I sat on that bench for a few hours, we played two games of Bingo, then I sat a few more
hours, pleading to my parents, each bunch of minutes (not that often really, but you get the
picture) to take me home, returning to my bench unsuccessful.
Finally when we got home I was relieved! I saw the newsletter the next day and I was so upset I
missed what could've been the best day of my life, and then I cried.
Oh what I'd give just to look into his dreamy eyes, full of affection, and be lost in a sea of
love, to witness his heartwarming smile, which would bring out an extravagant infatuation from
deep within me, causing me to fall in love all over again. Just to hear his soothing voice flow,
like velvet against my skin, like a cream that delicately heals all my pain and replaces it with
ultimate joy. Just looking at his handsome face - is to me, a little piece of heaven.
I regret not going till this day and I still do - I'll never forget what I missed.
I would just feel so glad to share this with someone, because all I talked about to anyone
(except the adults) there, was Dean and about missing the game - I probably got them irritated
or something.
But I need to tell it to someone who understands, someone who cares.....
Thanks, Shannon.
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