Be Careful What You Wish For... "Is he gay or something?" "No. Worse." "What could possible be..." "He's a Mormon." "Oh. Wow. Ummm..." That's the conversation I had with my best friend when I found out the guy I had been obsessing over the entire summer was a little different. I know I shouldn't have criticized him, but I couldn't help it. That summer, I made several secret wishes to myself. I wanted to talk to this #lifeguard. I wanted to get in shape. Most of all, I wanted my first kiss. By obsessing over the Mormon, I mean it. I had found his work schedule for #lifeguarding at the pool I attended regularly and took a picture of it. Funny now. Weird looking back on it. I got the first part of my wish soon enough. I actually broke out of being shy and talked to him for several hours one day. I found he was weirder than I had previously thought. Too strange for my taste. I began to work out vigorously. I sort of dieted. By the end of the summer, I had lost ten pounds without even knowing it. But, somehow, I didn't think it was enough. I had higher expectations for myself. And for that kiss, yeah, I got that too. From one of my best friends at a beach house a few friends had rented for a week that summer. It was for a dare. Later, talking to one of my girl friends, we described both of our first kisses as being anticlimactic. We called them 'meh.' So, I got everything I wanted. Sadly, it didn't feel like enough...