REVENGE IS SWEET?
I always wanted an older brother — someone to look up to. I had to settle for an older sister. I did not look up to her, but I was in love with some of her girlfriends.
I would hang around my older sister so I could flirt with the loves of my life. I say loves of my life because I certainly was not the love of their lives. Perhaps a better title would be the pest of their lives.
My sister was forever complaining to Dad about me hanging around her and bugging her girlfriends. Dad would scold me and I would stop for a bit. Then my undying love for my sister’s girlfriends would call to me.
Of course my sister’s girlfriends wanted nothing to do with me. Unrequited love! How crushing! Oh well, I licked my wounds and carried on.
Revenge is sweet? Revenge was sweet when I was all growed up, and some of my sister’s girlfriends expressed a romantic interest in me. I could still see the scars from my teenage wounds. I declined their requests for relationships. Each time I politely said, “No, thank you, but how flattering that you asked me.” What I was thinking, but never said, was, “Looks good on you! You had your chance when I was 14 years old with pimples all over my face and smelling of body odor!”