My name is Eric. I would be that tall, skinny, shaggy-haired kid that no one paid any mind to. And honestly, I didn’t mind that at all. Except when ...t came to Kristen.She was that popular cheerleader, that knew everyone. Except me. And why would she? She was at the opposite end of the spectrum from me. I never in a million years thought I’d have a chance to date her, so I never bothered. Then one fateful day, she sat next to me.There was this joint junior, senior field trip to the Observatory,. She tried to defend herself, "Well, it's true. I hate to be told what to do," she finished weakly. "I really do." In an almost inaudible voice she added, "I really do."I ignored her disclaimers and continued, "Under extra pressure he blows up and has temper tantrums and flies into fits of rage just like he did yesterday evening and today. He does this every time pressure is put on him, am I right?" Again she nodded. She had started to wonder if perhaps I might be at least partially correct.More. We continued to wait for a few more minutes. Then a spotlight hit a microphone and a famous Italian tenor--you'd recognize him in an instant-- was standing there waiting to sing. A voice boomed over the loudspeakers, "Ladies and gentlemen, please rise for our national anthem," and the fat, bearded tenor began to sing, his strong clear voice echoing throughout the vast cavern. I tell you, I've been to a lot of ball games but this version of the national anthem was really moving.When the tenor. You’ve got to trust me a little bit, Steph. What would everyone think if you left here with your buttons undone? Would it indicate that we were betraying our loved ones?’ ‘I would sure hope so!’ laughed Stephanie with relief at Steve’s words, even as she moved her left hand to her top. ‘I do trust you. I simply have to be reassured now and then. You just gave me a great idea. I’m going to go back out with a few extra buttons undone and see what Mom says!’ As she spoke, Stephanie turned and.