I have a confession to make, a deep dark secret I've been keeping from you.

I am a daydreamer, and sometimes, I've been known to believe them as well. 

Strange, but true.

And back in my early days, when I was in high school, where I was a bigger daydreamer, especially in math classes, where the boredom of equations and proving theorems would send me glassy-eyed into the realm of daydreams, I was actually friends with the homecoming queen.

She was also our prom queen and a great kisser.

Or so I was told.

"I like you as a friend and I don't want to ruin what we have by sexualizing it!"

I was told this as we sat in my parent's basement, watching TV and drinking Shasta cola.

I wanted to sexualize our friendship.

Of course, I didn't tell her that because, well, (a)she was the prettiest girl in school and (b)she didn't get all glassy-eyed when the theorems and equations came up, so she helped me get at least a C in Mr. Walter's classes.

Mr. Walter, our math teacher for four years, was, as he told us, back in the day, a daydreamer as well but he decided to grow up, leave behind the daydreams and focus on reality and if I, your friendly blogger, but back in those days, I wasn't a blogger but had an awesome IBM Selectric typewriter, wanted to make anything of myself, I should do the same or flunk out of Algebra, which I hated anyways and to this day, I've never had to figure out how many more apples Jimmy has than his sister Mary, or when the last train from Boston will meet up with the last train from Seattle.

Because actually, I missed my train by sleeping in and decided, did I really want to go to New York today anyways?

I'm still a daydream believer.

Whatever happpened to those others in the story?

Mary, the homecoming queen, is an angry wife and mother who dreams about the homecoming queen days as she works her 9 to 5 job as a manager of a smoothie joint in Toledo.

She still won't ruin our friendship by sexualizing it.

Mr. Walter died last year.

Heart attack.

At his desk at the school, flunking daydream believers.

And the homecoming queen...