No kidding.
We literally used to chase Richard around the play yard. I was in kindergarden.
He had one of those adorable bowl cuts of totally straight blonde hair. Us girls would chase him and corner him, I remember once in the little playhouse, and plant kisses on him.
If I remember correctly, he was a pretty good sport about it.
I wonder what that did to him in the long run...he could be a total player, or completely traumatized. Who knows?
I still feel like I'm chasing boys around the school yard sometimes, although I've recently gotten really tired of it. I wonder why I had the guts back then to plant a wet one on a prey after trapping it. I was probably more ballsy at four than I am over twenty years later.
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