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I let my mind wander at work again and think about my Pinterest mood board. Tom Cruise, VHS tapes, Marty Mcfly, cassettes, a DeLorean, candid photos from the decade.
God, I wish I was there.
I can see it now.
It’s sometime in 1987 and I have a date with Clay later that night.
I have a big hairdo, and he’s wearing a letterman jacket. We go to a diner, an arcade, and then go see a movie. Maybe we pop into a cassette shop while we're at it. Then later, Clay surprises me with a mixtape he’d made just for me.
God, could you imagine?
If only.
My parents were in high school back then and tell me stories all the time. I would give anything to trade places with them. Things were just more romantic back then.
“Hannah. Hey, Hannah.”
I snapped out of my 80s movie montage fantasy.
“Yes, Helmet?” I replied, embarrassed.
“Could you pass me the popcorn buckets?” Clay asked.
I handed him the buckets and looked him in the eye. He blushed before turning away.
He thinks I didn’t notice, but I did.
Me and Clay together, in the 80s, yeah that’s a good thought. Imagine going to prom during that decade.
Too bad I’ll have to settle with living in 2017 and not 1987.