![]() His hair had gotten wet, and he needed all of our opinions on whether it looked okay. On a church trip that year, I joined five other girls surrounding him in a pool. It was also the thing that hooked me, along with his height. Nathan was a lanky surfer type, with long knobby fingers that moved gracefully on a guitar, an effortless smile, and straight blond hair. That is, until Nathan’s family began attending our services. ![]() ![]() I was the tallest girl in my grade at my suburban Orange County church, and taller than almost all of the boys. Welcome to It’s Complicated, stories on the sometimes frustrating, sometimes confusing, always engrossing subject of modern relationships.
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