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Ode To The Past
Friday, November 19 2004 - 12:00pm
by: Frank |
Last night I was thinking about all sorts of things while talking to my buddy Keith. We talked of many things, things that had seriously affected the way I think in the past. So the thing that ultimately stuck with me was the talk of girls.
Girls and friends have been popular subjects on my mind lately, but we wont get too far into the friends thing until the next post. Right now it's all about the girls in my life, some still here, some long gone.
So now, for all of you nosy people's enjoyment (you fucking sicko freaks), here's a recountance of all the girls I've ever liked and the moment between us, in chronological order.
Susan O'Donnel
This is a girl I had a crush on for about two seconds in kindergarten. Back then I was the nerd and she was just being a 6 year old cocktease. That bitch.
Jessica Wrenn
Jessica and I still talk to each other to this day. Not very much, but sometimes. She liked me back in kindergarten and first grade. I remember lying down next to her at naptime and her saying the weirdest shti to me, making me form different shapes in the air with my hands. Now that I think back to it, I don't know what the fuck was going on at those moments. What the hell??
Kara Brehm
Kara was the first girl I can safely say I actually, truly liked with a conscious mind. None of that liking six year old cockteases and forming shapes in the air with my hands fucked up bullshit, just straight up 'I had a crush on this girl'. The story with Kara stars off with another friend of mine, Heather Stanek. Heather and had been friends for a long time before she introduced me to Kara. When she did, it was love at first sight.
Every day, I would wake up, not take a shower (because I was a true boy. Showers?? Hah. I was too cool to be clean), and meet up with my little posse at the time- Eric, Heather, and Kara- either behind Kara's grandmother's house, or at Heather's house. We all live right next door to each other, by the way.
After a while it became openly known that Kara and I liked each other. We would hold hands and watch movies in her grandmother's basement and stuff like that. She was the first girl to ever lay her head on my shoulder, and I remember it like it was yesterday.
One time the subject of kissing came up, as we had never kissed each other. Her mother had told her that she wasn't allowed to do that until she was at least 11. She came up with a solution to that, though. She drew lips on a piece of paper and kissed that so that I could kiss it and it would, in turn, be like I was kissing her. Heh, I guess it's sort of wierd and out there, but hey, we were weird little kids. Kara and I never ended up together.
Julie Cooke
Julie was the hottie of my elementary school. When I first started noticing her, I still liked Kara, so the transition was an odd one for me. It was the first time I had ever really liked another girl, so when it started to happen, I felt as though I was somehow mentally cheating on Kara.
Anyway, I ended up fully liking Julie. I must have liked this girl for two years straight without so much as saying more than ten sentences to her until the end of eighth grade. I became a bit more bold then, and I started talking to everyone. My crazy side took over me, and I wasn't too afraid to talk to anyone really.
I finally got the balls to ask her to go with me to Nightmare In Painseville, the prime choice meat for haunted houses in my area. We assembled a little group- it was to be her, this kid Josh (who was my friend at the time), and my friend Kendall- and we went to the haunted houses.
We got there and I ended up paying for everyone out of the Frank's infinite pool of kindness and chivelry. So we went in to this haunted house thing and thats when the trouble started.
Julie ended up talking to Josh the whole time. They were the ones holding hands and stuff when being jumped at by not-so-creepy men in masks and bloodied doctor outfits, not her and I. Something was obviously amiss here, and Kendall noticed that I was a bit let down by it.
To make a long story short, Josh and Julie ended up going out.
Oh yeah, I embarassed myself once by trying to ask her to go out with me at Cosmic Bowling (an attraction around my area where they turn the lights off, turn some blue lights on, and let some fog loose, all in an attempt to make you think you're bowling in space. I guess they didn't count on people realizing that they haven't been exposed to the crushing g-forces that you experience when leaving the planet. They did try inviting only slutty girls -as that was the norm- to such events, though, so we would see their g-strings and get them confused with g-forces. Yea, well, I saw right through that). I wrote "Will you go out with me" on my chest with a highlighter, trying to make use of the black/blue lights there. Unfortunately for my pride and ego, she found out that I was doing this and promptly left the building as fast as she could.
Julie and I dont really talk at all anymore, but we're cool when we do see each other.
Heather Stanek
Heather is the person that I have known the longest in my short life. I met her when my parents first moved to what eventually became my proclaimed kingdom, The Clid (Euclid for you non-hip peoples). She was about one at the time, and I was two. My father brought me over to her house so that he could meet her parents in a "Hi, im new to the hood" sort of way. Heather was on the front porch playing with a new kitchen set that had just been given to her. We messed around with it for a while. I remember picking up the phone and saying "Hello, Ghostbusters," and "Who ya gonna call?" and random GB sayings like that because Ghostbusters rocks and I knew what was down. Anyway, we were friends from that day forward.
Many years had gone by before anything actually happened between us. She had told me a couple of times before that she liked me, but I didn't at those times. Then, one day, I suddenly realized that I did, out of nowhere.
The day was a good one. My friend Eric and I had been out on the street, and we found a huge refrigerator box, so we stole the shit, like we used to back in our gang days. We brought it back around our part of the street, and him, Samantha, and I proceeded to roll around like crazy people. Heather, however, would not join us. She wasn't in the greatest of moods as her and her parents had not been on good terms that day, so she opted to stay out of the fun. So I stayed in the box after the rolling had ended and I pretended to be sad. She came into the box to see what was wrong with me, and I told her, "I am saddened that you would not roll with us" (gangsta 1337 translation: wtf u wouldnt roll with my crew). She said "Well, with you and Eric rolling around in here like that, I didn't know what was going on. It looked sort of gay to me," to which I replied "I am not gay." She looked at me with a smirk and said "How do I know?" So I took that chance. "Want me to prove it to you?" It didnt end up happening at that point, though.
So the night went on as it normally would have, with an occasional flirtatious "I like you" smile between her and I. Finally, the action settled down and, one by one, everyone else went home.
We sat there, under the stars for a couple more hours, just talking and watching. Slowly we moved closer to each other until we were right up against each other. Finally, she said "Wasn't there something you were supposed to prove to me?" I looked at her at that moment and kissed her. We held each other for the rest of the time that we were together that night.
A couple of days later I asked her out, but it only last about a month. After the break up, we did not talk for the better part of two years.
That night still sticks out in my head, though. It was very remiscent of a story-book summer love. To this day it was the most pure kiss I have ever had, void of hormone and testosterone. I was still young enough to have that innocence in me to truly enjoy it without just being lustfull.
Me, after a relaxing hot bath.
Teehee...I think. Teehee?
WHAT is WRONG with you people?
I COMMAND IT!
