a distant memory

In high school I had a crush on a janitor named Manny. My friends told Manny that I had a crush on him and so everytime he saw me, he would wink. In complete embarrassment, I would awkwardly smile back. He was an adorable italian guy with a wife and some kids at home and in a sea of pimple-faced rich kids/boys that wouldn't pay me any attention, he was dreamy. I liked that Manny was a hard-working family man with a nice smile, who knew the importance of clean floors. I guess not that much has changed.