Today, I met the man of my dreams.
His name is Jared.
I was on the way to the Testing Center to take a test, and he asked me about my LBJ button.
So I told him I like presidents.
He said he liked presidents, too!
"I was just watching Kennedy's inaugural address, actually.
I just love that stuff.
It feeds my soul.
'Ask not what your country can do for you,
but what you can do for your country.'
I started crying in the library.
It was so embarrassing.
I teared up just now just talking about it."
I looked at him, and it was true.
There was a glint in his eye!
I mostly walked in silence because I was so dumbfounded.
I've been wondering for a long time where all the other people are in the world who would wear retro campaign buttons on their backpacks.
I think I just found him!
Then he went into the JSB to go to class. And I continued on to the Testing Center.
He told me his name was Jared, and I said I was Rachel, and he said,
"Nice to meet you, Rachel-lover-of-presidents."
I did a ring check,
and we're clear.
So now, I just need to run into him again somehow, and we'll fall into beautiful, historical love.