Some people are lucky in love. They find just the right person and spend the rest of their lives together. I once believed in love, not so much any more. My love luck seems to have run out. Let me explain why I feel this way. Love #1: Picture this: I meet this gal in Jr. High. She's a 7th grader, I'm in the 8th. She likes me, I like her. Neither of us are old enough to date, so we spend lunch time at school together and hold hands, etc. Her family lived on a small farm, and they frequently had parties for the kids. Since Birdie (we'll call my gal that) had a sister in my class, I was always invited to the parties they had for classmates. So, I got to hold Birdie's hand some more and dance with her. Finally, we became old enough to double date. My super tolerant brother even let us go to the movies with he and his date a few times. When I finally got my driver's license, we thought that was the coolest!!Still, neither of us were into dating except for the occasiona...