Wednesday

Last night I took trampoline aerobics (airobics, natch.) Everyone gets their own square section of a giant trampoline quilt. There was this teenage boy with a long shaggy bowl cut who reminded me of someone, but I just couldn’t place who.

After 20 minutes my feet and ankles were hurting so bad that I had to stop and take off my shoes and I wondered if I could make it through the whole class. It was hard! And then the angels started singing. OK, a Rick Springfield song came on and not “Jesse’s Girl” either! The one with the line “you didn’t know how to love a man” and then zing! I remembered who the kid reminded me of. Sean Stone! The guy who told me that exact thing when he was breaking up with my 16 year old self. And you know what? It was true. I really didn’t.