Familiarity Breeds Contempt
Greetings, one & all. Welcome back to the exploits of my youth. For those who have just joined in, I am currently in the midst of narratives of my Sophomore year of High School, aka "The Dark Time of My Life".
As I've mentioned before, if you don't have a significant other in High School, you are nothing (at least it was that way in my school). Having broken off with Kelly and striking out with Shirley, I found myself in dire straits. The rejection by Shirley had made a critical hit on my self esteem, so I figured, perhaps I should take a look at some of the girls I had turned down earlier in life.
One of these was Connie. Mistake. Mistake. Mistake. In Flashback Friday #19, I wrote about some things I learned in Elementary School. See #7. She reminded me very coldly.
Perhaps Carol? She had liked me since Jr. High. I never really looked at her as girlfriend material, but we had become close friends. Could we take the next step and become steadies? I felt safe, because even if she turned me down, I was sure we would still be good friends. Since she rode the same bus as I did, I figured I'd ask her on the way home.
I sat next to her on the bus (which I'd done before, seeing we were good friends) and asked her if we could talk. She got a serious look on her face, like I was going to tell her that I was going to assassinate someone important. When I finally fumbled out the words "Will you go with me?" She at first looked like I had spoken Hungarian to her. When the words sunk in, she immediately said "YES!" and gave me a quick peck when the bus driver wasn't looking.
Great, I had shaken the stigma off. I was no longer a loser-boy-nobody. I made sure I saved Carol a seat beside me the next morning, since I got on the bus before she did. We held hands all the way to school. Repeat for the trip home. Things were looking up.
The next day, when Carol got on the bus, she sat with one of her girl friends. Strange, I thought. Nevertheless I was still feeling fine about our relationship.
That day, during lunch, she came over and sat beside me. She told me that she didn't think it was going to work out between us. She told me that she had fantasied for a long time about being my girlfriend but when it happened, it became anti climatic. She had chased me for so long, and now, having caught me, didn't know what to do with me. She wanted to know if we could just be friends (there's that hated phrase again).
Great. Just great. Now what?
Greetings, one & all. Welcome back to the exploits of my youth. For those who have just joined in, I am currently in the midst of narratives of my Sophomore year of High School, aka "The Dark Time of My Life".
As I've mentioned before, if you don't have a significant other in High School, you are nothing (at least it was that way in my school). Having broken off with Kelly and striking out with Shirley, I found myself in dire straits. The rejection by Shirley had made a critical hit on my self esteem, so I figured, perhaps I should take a look at some of the girls I had turned down earlier in life.
One of these was Connie. Mistake. Mistake. Mistake. In Flashback Friday #19, I wrote about some things I learned in Elementary School. See #7. She reminded me very coldly.
Perhaps Carol? She had liked me since Jr. High. I never really looked at her as girlfriend material, but we had become close friends. Could we take the next step and become steadies? I felt safe, because even if she turned me down, I was sure we would still be good friends. Since she rode the same bus as I did, I figured I'd ask her on the way home.
I sat next to her on the bus (which I'd done before, seeing we were good friends) and asked her if we could talk. She got a serious look on her face, like I was going to tell her that I was going to assassinate someone important. When I finally fumbled out the words "Will you go with me?" She at first looked like I had spoken Hungarian to her. When the words sunk in, she immediately said "YES!" and gave me a quick peck when the bus driver wasn't looking.
Great, I had shaken the stigma off. I was no longer a loser-boy-nobody. I made sure I saved Carol a seat beside me the next morning, since I got on the bus before she did. We held hands all the way to school. Repeat for the trip home. Things were looking up.
The next day, when Carol got on the bus, she sat with one of her girl friends. Strange, I thought. Nevertheless I was still feeling fine about our relationship.
That day, during lunch, she came over and sat beside me. She told me that she didn't think it was going to work out between us. She told me that she had fantasied for a long time about being my girlfriend but when it happened, it became anti climatic. She had chased me for so long, and now, having caught me, didn't know what to do with me. She wanted to know if we could just be friends (there's that hated phrase again).
Great. Just great. Now what?
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