I always had many guys around me, but my younger sister, Linda, was more of a boy magnet than I. Linda was 13 years old, and had long brown hair and brown eyes. Linda was one of those girls that just attracted boys. She had boys proposing to her when she was in grade school. Boys were always bringing her flowers, candy and jewelry.
One day at the geedunk a young boy approached me asking me if I would help him by telling my sister Linda nice things about him. He was about fifteen years old, thin and gangling. He had brown hair and was usually dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt. I checked him out carefully, then told him I would help him with my sister if he would do things for me when asked. He agreed, and I put him to work. Every time we both were in the geedunk I would ask him to do chores for me. Usually it was getting me small items like silverware and napkins, or returning my tray when I finished eating. He always willingly did whatever I asked him to do without complaints.
I quickly decided on the nickname "Slave Boy" as a name for this young man. Whenever I saw him I'd call out: "Hi Slave Boy!" Soon, other people were calling him "Slave Boy". He would blush but never said he didn't want to be called Slave Boy. I did my best to get Linda interested in Slave Boy, after all, I wanted him to continue doing chores for me. But Linda wasn't taking the bait. She was too young to date, but even if she'd been old enough to date, Linda wasn't interested.
Slave Boy remained my "errand boy" for the entire year and even though I set up several meetings with Linda, nothing happened between the two of them. Slowly, Slave Boy and I lost touch with one another.