Monday, April 26, 2004 :::
I was showing David my senior year book a few days ago, and we were talking about what my high school was like.
When I started high school my freshman year, all I cared about was being popular. So I chose who I dated ~very~ carefully.
Also, my birthday is at the end of August, with usually only a couple of weeks in school before my bday. Since this was a magnet school in a different city than the one I�m from, not very many people would have known it was my bday, unless I had to haul some junk around on the actual day.
For the first guy I chose someone from the other side of the valley. His parents owned a flower shop, and I ~love~ getting flowers. He had blue/green eyes, and light brown hair. He was cute enough, kind of a big nose, though... but he knew the right people. Anyhow, we�ll call him Gonzo.
This one day he was walking me to class, holding my books and all... Then he got up the nerve to tell me he wanted us to be �exclusive� and for me to think about it for the rest of the day and let him know the next day what my answer was.
Next day he showed up w/ roses and stuff... so yeah, we were �exclusive.� I wouldn�t go so far as to say we were dating, because we never saw each other outside of school.
On my birthday he brought my a bouquet w/ a dozen roses, some balloons, and a big teddy bear.
About a week later one of my girlfriends was really crushing on this d00d, Sublime. She wanted me to talk to him and see how he felt about her, and who he was interested in. He and I got to be pretty good friends.
Gonzo got a bit jealous, and I got angry at him... We got in this argument, and he almost hit me. Later he ended up saying some stuff about me that a guy in my Spanish class didn�t think he should�ve been saying. So big fight... and Spanish Classmate broke Gonzo�s nose.
Now my Spanish Classmate was a couple of years ahead of me... a junior. And he was a cutie - a real sweet guy. I had such a crush on him, but he was too cute, ya know? So I let that one slide.
So then there was this guy, and he was a real bad ass... we�ll call him Christopher Walkin. He was tight w/ Sublime, and Sublime and I used to skip class a lot. This one day I was walking back to class w/ Sublime, and he says, �Christopher Walkin wants you.�
Now for all my scheming I was not ever actually doing much physically. I was more of a tease... So at first that sentence made no sense. I was like, �for what?� and Sublime just kinda looks at me and laughs. Then I got what he was saying, and I was flattered. I laughed, walked into class, and closed the door behind me.
Sublime later told me he stayed out there in the hall for about 5 minutes, just staring at me through the window in the door, to see if I would look back. I didn�t.
That afternoon he walked me to my bus, and we had a talk... He was convinced I was the girl he�d been looking for. With all the commotion btwn Gonzo and Spanish Classmate, I hadn�t bothered to pick out my next boyfriend. I told him I�d think about it, and that I�d let him know tomorrow.
This was a big deal. It was something I probably shouldn�t have done... it hadn�t been too long since Gonzo had blown a fuse. It hadn�t been too long since my girlfriend had asked me to talk to him. And I didn�t know... he was kind of out of my league.
And to top it off, he chose me. How weird was that?
So anyway... we got together, and it was like we were �couple of the year� or something. Everyone knew about it pretty much when it happened. It was a hell of a career move, ya know?
And who would have thought 4 years later we�d get engaged?
Anyway... a couple of weeks after that BoB and I started dating again... And that was that.
Every time BoB and I would fight - when he�d insist he never wanted to see me again, or whatever... Sublime and I would get close again.
He kept all the letters I ever wrote him... you know those stupid little high school letters you write when you�re bored in class. I remember one day we were out by the tennis courts... and he had brought me some miniature roses... we sat there just watching the cars drive by...
He asked me what was wrong... and I told him. He wasn�t the right height, his hair and eyes were the wrong color... he was the wrong person.
I told him I could never have the same kind of feelings that I did for BoB.
He withdrew from school... and I didn�t hear from him for a while.
I became the ice queen from hell to the other guys at school.
How could I choose an outsider?
*shrug*
Sublime and I... we worked things out. He couldn�t come back to school, but we stayed friends. Well, we didn�t talk much anymore, but if we ran into each other at the mall or something we did the whole hug thing and stuff.
About a year later he stopped by the school to jack around.
You have to understand.. when I was in high school I dressed like the Spice Girls. For whatever reason the day he stopped by I was dressed down - wearing jeans and a sweat shirt.
I was standing in my chem class talking to one of the guys when he stopped talking. I turned around to see what he was staring at and there was Sublime, out in the hall, hugging one of the girls.
I was wearing my glasses, and had blow dried my hair straight (I had a perm at the time). He waved me over, and I walked out of class.
It was so good to see him. I wrapped him in a hug and he swung me around... So much to say, but we both just stood there.
He invited me out that night, to a coffeeshop in a town across the valley from where I lived.
I told him I would try to make it. I didn�t go. I didn�t even try.
::: posted by tinafish at 4:21 PM :::