andy potocic. first crush. first date. fifth grade. we were "going out". we would talk on the phone for hours. okay, not really talk, more like i would hold the phone and listen to him trying to play van halen on his rented electric guitar. a girls dream. so one night he asked me to go to the ice capades (sp?). he was going to get tickets. (what!) yes was the answer. no was my dad's answer. the compromise. 4 seats. andy's mom, andy, me, and my dad. we were allowed to touch elbows. best elbow ever.