1 x 365 Pete Veit

We are probably not supposed to use last names, but Pete Veit was never just Pete. He was always Pete Veit. I think I called him Pete Veit in bed. We worked at the same restaurant and flirted across the heat lamps all summer, every summer. He had louts for friends, hockey hair and a perfect body - he was an '80s god. I am not sure we ever had a meaningful conversation but it was somehow spectacular and no one got hurt. It might be the most perfect romance I ever have. Oh, Pete Veit, where are you now?