LeighLeigh was my first love. I was not alone. For post-toddlers at Parker, Leigh was the ideal girl. Bright, blonde, friendly, just good and wholesome - I couldn't help but chase her around the playground all day.man I chased her through middle school too.
And love letters. I wrote her quite a few.
i think they had very very very very very very structure.
once I started gettin' socialized, I met sage and started dating long about seventh grade
whammo - leigh was hit by some massive crush on me
it seemed funny to me - we tried goin' out some, after I'd already been usurped,
we made better friends than lovers.
not that we didn't try - we had a few minutes in the closet. but that was about it.
we talked on and off, always with an incredible friendly spirit between us, but often unfulfilled promise; our time on task didn't match our enthusiasm.
it seemed to me her vision for herself merged with that of her parents - she really did want to achieve highest honours in school and ice skating. I saw her at every hoi polloi wasp kids function I ever attended.
a lot of pressure on perfection. Finally Leigh retaliated in high school with eating disorders. Anorexia first, then bulemia, she was visibly taking control of her life. i talked with her quite a bit in those days; i wanted to help, i don't know that i did.
she eventually changed her scene,
we were out of high school,
she dated, went to University of Chicago, dated a nice guy, started dancing.
she's probably still dancing.