When I was in 1st grade, there was a really sweet kid named Daniel who always, always, always shared his double pack Twinkies with me during recess. Back then I didn't know what a crush or love were. Then one day, his older bully brother chased me around and chanted, "R and Daniel sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage and then the baby carriage…"
Uh, oh….everything changed after that. Suddenly, I no longer wanted anything to do with Daniel or his Twinkies, even though he tried to fend his brother off me. Poor Daniel. Well, I want someone like Daniel. He just liked me for who I was and wanted to be around me and share his beloved Twinkies. Where have all the sweet, romantic Daniels in the world gone? Or, have they all grown up and turned into another animal, traumatized by the run-away 1st grade girls like me?