One of my favorite things to do on a Saturday afternoon when I was a teenager was to watch romantic comedies or dramas. I loved it. The couple who hated each other, or were separated from each other, or thought the other had perished at sea, always ended up together. I wanted this type of romance. I would meet a boy from Brighton High School who was all sorts of wrong for me, but he, with the help of my love and support, would turn his life around, go serve in the Marines, then would come back to me, in his uniform of course, and we would be together. Or, I would meet someone on Cape Cod the summer before we both left for colleges on different coasts, but we would write each other love letters all through the year, and then we would reunite on Horseneck Beach, at sunset.
My love life never panned out that way, and it was more full of drama than comedy, but for Timmy and Janie, I held onto the dream that they would end up together, and I would stand by their side at their wedding. The problem was, Timmy was a serial monogamist. From the age of 16, he always had a girlfriend. The minute we started all working at Shaw's, he met a girl, and then another girl, and another, until he finally met the girl he was planning on marrying. Janie, like me, was single more often than in a relationship, but the three of us continued to hang out in high school, only sometimes was Timmy's girlfriend there.
