I told somebody once that between the time I was 12 and 15,
I think I had a crush on almost every girl I went to school with. Sometimes I think I either grew out of it or
just gave up on it.
I had no idea that things like social class or connections
could play a part in whether someone would find me the least bit interesting,
they were girls and that’s all that mattered then.
It also never occurred to me that they might not find me
interesting at all, which was usually the case, because as the old saying
goes “God looks after fools and children”, and I was a lot of one and a little
of the other.
But as I look back, undoubtedly the oddest thing is that
most of them never knew. I would sit and
doodle on notebook paper by
writing their names over and over, while I should have been paying attention in class. But I never said a word to anybody. I can remember once I used an ink pen to
write the girl du jour's name on the leg of my pants, just above the knee. Good thing they were dark pants.
And although I’d sit and stare at them sometimes, and not
get any attention directed back at me, it wasn’t really a big deal. I would just start mooning over another one.
Plus, if they did show me any attention, BANG! I went from "what’s your name" to "let’s go
steady" in about 5 seconds.
Ladies, if you’re reading this now, please forgive me for
being so foolish. I didn’t mean to be
such a pain in the keister, I was just fighting off major hormone attacks.
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