It’s Friday night. You’re at a party dancing the night away when all of a sudden you see them. You know who I’m talking about. That one you always seem to make eye contact with in the library, the one who you sometimes dream about but have never actually talked to. You tell yourself that there’s no way someone like that would ever be into you, that it will never be more than an unrequited crush. But, suddenly, you realize they’re making their way towards you. Their eyes look straight at yours. You can feel your heart pounding, and somehow you can hear it above the music. They’re only a few feet away now. They grab you tight, start dancing with you. It’s as if all else fades away and it’s just the two of you, alone. You may have been dancing for hours, or maybe just minutes; you can no longer tell. They lean in so their face is nearly touching your cheek. You can feel their warm breath on your neck. They put their lips close to your ear and, in a voice so soft you can barely hear it, whisper, “It’s the Friday Ketchup.”  Continue reading →