... the Duane chronicles.

So anyway, I'm back in my hometown after a lengthy absence but I swear to something that it's like I never left.

I'm also back doing the same job that I was doing before I left and even after seven years I get recognized... by everybody... and their brother, dog, and third cousin, Mary.  People have crazy memories.  I must've made quite an impression.  Tee hee... there's my ego popping up with its two cents.  Or it could be that I look exactly the same as seven years ago.  Might have something to do with it.

I keep seeing all of these people and...

Duane.  Sigh.  I had the biggest crush on him back in the day.  Hell, I still do... old (bad) habits die hard.  Too bad he was always extremely off-limits.  Not married or anything... just not a smart choice.  I could get into the "whys" now but these are chronicles... so I need to leave some for later, right?  I will say though that this isn't some "guy who broke my heart" deal.  I never dated him... there's no way I could have gotten away with that... but again, that's for later.    

He first caught my eye around my senior year in high school.  Tall, lean but muscular, with the sharpest blue eyes I had ever seen.  He looked good.  The guy was smart too... there was no doubt about that and he oozed with sexuality born of confidence and success.  He walked like he owned the world... turns out I caught his eye too....