Babe, tomorrow’s so far away
There’s something I just have to say
I don’t think I can hide what I’m feelin’ inside
Another day, knowin’ I love you
And I, I’m getting too close again
I don’t want to see it end
If I tell you tonight will you turn out the light
And walk away knowin’ I love you?
I’m gonna take you by surprise and make you realize,
I’m gonna tell you right away, I can’t wait another day,
I’m gonna say it like a man and make you understand
I love you

~ “Amanda” by Boston


Someone pointed me to a website where you can hear the hits and read some facts about every year since the 40s. I clicked the year I graduated from high school and oh, it brought back memories. I specifically laughed at hearing “Amanda” because there was an Amanda I went to high school with whose boyfriend would play the song at 11 on his radio dial whenever it came on. They were so in love, Bob and Amanda. He would drive her around in his Toyota pick-up, taking her to the dark parts of the parks to make out and leave her with love bites she would proudly display on her neck.

They were going to get married—everyone knew that. His mom, who was single and worked at Reece Ford as a cashier, did not like Amanda but couldn’t do much about it with the hours she worked. Her parents, when they noticed her among the 8 other kids in her family, were more worried that she stayed out of their hair because her little brother had a heart condition, and they were at Children’s Hospital a lot where he was getting treated.

She was happy and brash, her hair always perfectly curled, her lips a glossy deep wine color, her polished fingernails kept at a dangerous length. She had a gorgeous figure—well-developed for her age—and she wore tight jeans, short skirts, and boots. Her grades were fair to poor—she had a hard time focusing, and her older brother Paul, would score her pot that she would smoke with Bob in his basement rec room after school instead of doing her homework. When the high school counselor asked her what she wanted to do when she graduated, she giggled and said, “Be Bob’s wife.”


When Bob graduated a year before her and got a job at the local Dairy Queen to help his mom out, she wandered the halls of the high school like an untethered balloon, not sure what to do with herself. At first Bob would pick her up after school every day but then his work schedule changed and he couldn’t.

She was so bored after school, she finally decided she’d go home and actually do her homework. (She didn’t like getting high alone.) She got a job at the local Pack n Save as a cashier and after Bob was seen driving around town with a girl he worked with, she bought her own car—a Ford Nova painted a toxic shade of olive green.

All this time later, she still works at the Pack N Save, but she’s considered “management” now. She never got married. She’s still gorgeous—having had no children and no husband, her figure is still in tact. She likes to go out clubbing with her married girlfriends on weekends, to the salon to get her nails or hair touched up, to the gym to work out, or to her sisters’ houses to see her nieces and nephews. She tried community college and once had a go at selling Mary Kay but she never followed through with it. She once dated a bartender she met but that didn’t pan out. She drives a used Honda Accord now and blasts Boston on the stereo.


And, feelin’ the way I do
I don’t wanna wait my whole life through
To say I’m in love with you

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