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Monday morning brought with it a deluge of ideas and (more pertinently) of water. The New England torrents hit us hard and close. The river just by our house rose several feet and flooded our road, which forced emergency personnel to issue a mandatory evacuation of our area.

Whee! I’m now an evacuee. Well, not anymore I suppose. I’m safely back at house, which suffered no damage, but for two days I knew what it was like to be without a home. It wasn’t too bad. Emotions were flying when we stayed at a cheap motel on Monday night. The rooms were cramped and, while we had HBO, we couldn’t wait to leave.

We spent Tuesday at the mall, which was annoying because I had to stay with my whole family. It’s rather embarrassing walking around with a group of seven people if more than half of them are crying or screaming or yelling or whining. My seven-year-old twin brothers weren’t helping things either.

A co-worker offered my dad some free passes to a really nice hotel for that night. And he was more than happy to accept. The place was beautiful and our two suites were incredibly roomy. There was a pool and a workout room and high-speed internet connections. The front desk even called our room to welcome us in!

People treat you so nicely when they think you are rich and important. We were all given these “Elite Member” passes “because we stay at the hotel so often.” It was sweet.

We found out that we could go home on Wednesday, so after a nice workout and swim I joined my family for the car ride home.

My friend Alex and I talk about girls quite often, naturally. He gets a big kick out my standards for potential girlfriends, and he’s been trying to convince me that such a miraculous being doesn’t exist and that I’ll be lonely for the rest of my life.

Here’s a snippet of our recent IM convo:

Eric: I have a new girlfriend criterion.

Alex: Explain.

Eric: She has to come from a good family.

Eric: For instance, her parents have each been very successful in life.

Eric: They own companies or whatever.

Eric: And her siblings, if any, should be really cool.

Alex: I now bump your “age-when-you-finally-get-a-girlfriend”

Alex: Up to 97.

Eric: And she still has to be good-looking and smart.

Alex: Ah.

Alex: 103 then. Or, quite possibly, never.

Alex tends to use the intelligence angle for his own standards. To him, good looks, any way you consider them, are shallow and superficial and all that really matters is a superior wit. I just have to disagree. I think looks and just the general aura surrounding a person has quite a lot to do with her personality, how she thinks, and many other important traits. I said that I wasn’t looking for a plastic super model, quite to his relief, but his pessimistic ways suggest that the girl I’m looking for doesn’t exist.

Now watch me seamlessly tie this back to the subject.

We were in Epping, and this girl pulled up next to us driving a new red BMW convertible. You could tell, just by looking at her, that she was absolutely perfect. And, as luck would have it, the girl was absolutely perfect too. She was about my age, dazzling, fit, had brown hair, and was listening to this cool music quite loudly like I do. Her clothes were really awesome too (I recall a blue shirt of some sort), and she wasn’t slutty or trampy or any other bad-thing-y that my spell check doesn’t recognize at all.

We passed her when she pulled into a gas station, and I couldn’t see her license plate number. Damn my nearsightedness and lack of corrective lenses! But would it really have mattered anyway? I could see that she was from New Hampshire, though. If she exists then others must too a priori!!! Or is she the only one? Is she THE perfect girl?

My mom shocked me when she pointed out that I should try to find a girlfriend like the girl that we just drove past. Talking about girls and me is something my mom never does. That girl was special, any way you look at it, and I left her behind.

I have all summer to find her, though. And if I don’t then she will remain a lasting reminder that one should never give up on their dreams and never, even for a second, think of lowering their standards for any reason what-so-positively-ever.

I think I love her.

–Eric  

 

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