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Julie was a girl, roughly my age, who was in most of my classes from Tenth Grade on.  At that time, she was pretty but a bit plump and wore thick glasses. I was not the least bit attracted to her.  I simply thought of her as my friend.  Our paths seemed to cross fairly often.  She seemed to always enroll in the same activities as me. 

In Tenth Grade, we both joined the High School radio station and she helped me produce a quiz show.  We had to write 200 or more questions every week.  We created questions about anything and everything. We spent hours in the library doing research and writing questions.  We’d pick random books off the shelf and glean through them trying to generate 10 or 20 questions per book.  I learned some serious trivia during that year and it has paid off uncounted times later in my life.  I always beat my friends in Jeopardy and Trivial Pursuit.  I even made it to the finals in the local audition of Millionaire because of it.  My dad made us a box with buttons, lights and a lock-out, just like on real shows.  The only question I clearly remember was ‘What is raw toast?’ with the answer being bread.  Other than that, the information has been stored away and only comes out when I play competitively.

In my Junior Year, a friend of my brother’s came home from Cornell University during Christmas Break and introduced us to Tiddley Winks.  It was fun; it was easy to set up and before long, a craze was born.  By the spring, it had grown into a fad and had some 30 odd students at my High School playing, including Julie.  By late spring of 1969, we decided to have a tournament of winks called the First Annual HS Memorial Spring Tiddley Winks Tournament of Champions.  To popularize and advertise for the tournament, Julie and I sat in a display case, normally reserved for trophies or dioramas and played winks all day.  Eventually we got 32 participants.  I figured I would win so I made up an award called the Golden Tiddley.  Imagine my surprise when my best friend, Dave Medoff won!  I had to quick make a runner-up prize called the Golden Wink, which I won; thank you very much.

By my senior year, Julie had slimmed down quite a bit, lost the glasses and was staring to look pretty good.  I had been groomed to be the Editor-in-chief of the yearbook that year but declined to take the position in order to become the Sales Manager.  My thinking was quite simple.  I had noticed from previous years that the cutest girls worked on the sales staff so that was the place for me.  Julie joined the yearbook staff that year and became my second in command.  That was also the year that I became president of Future Scientists of America.  Julie also joined that club even though, to my knowledge, she had no interest in science whatsoever.

When we graduated, she wrote in my yearbook that I was her main man and it was only then that I saw her clearly for the first time.  She had blossomed into this beautiful, intelligent creature who was kindly disposed toward me and I had missed the opportunity or never took the time to appreciate her.  Maybe you, the producers, could give me the chance to rectify that mistake.