I thought of another. Good times, but embarrassing. My friends and I were at the Valentine's day dance on the 9th. My friend Allison said that this guy named Kenny liked me. My friend, Dominique, asked like every guy with black hair if their name was Kenny. She said "Allison! I found Kenny! Follow me!" I kept on saying "No! I don't want to see Kenny!!" I kept on jumping up and down screaming no. Immature, yes, but I really didn't want to see him. His friend, Tom, said that he doesn't like me anyway.
Dominique still talks about it. We talked about it today. She said "Oh, yeah. What was his name again? Right, Kenny." I said "Dominique, be quiet! Please don't mention that again. Ever."
