I'm bored again, so here's a story
Nov. 21st, 2003 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leighblackSince I'm feeling like I'm in a high school atmosphere lately, I'm going to tell a sad tale of the boy I had a serious crush on in high school. Pete Cleary. He was a year ahead of me. He was gorgeous! Rugged good looks, the most beautiful long blond hair, and he was only about 5'4". Perfect for me! He was in a rock band and played at our school's talent show. I LOVED him. I used to sit and just stare at him during lunch, willing him to look my way. And when he did, I'd quickly stare down at the table. Never, in the three years we were in school together did I ever get the courage to say one word to him. We had mutual friends and I probably could have easily approached him. But, and those of you who know me now would be shocked by this, I was SUPER shy in high school. I hardly ever talked to anyone I didn't already know. I didn't like to meet new people or do "group activity" sort of things. So, alas, my love for Pete went unnoticed by him.
This is so how I feel right now. I just want to steal a glance of my crush. I end up places that I shouldn't be just because I might run into him and be able to say hi. I look to see if that spark is in his eyes. I hear songs that remind me of him. I do and say things that I think might make him laugh. I want something to happen between us in the worst way, but lack the courage to see if it's even a possibility to him.
sigh...I'm getting ready for that straight jacket. How about an actual story then? I'm in a reminiscing kind of mood. I'm not making any guarantees as to whether or not it's actually entertaining. I had developed what we called a "Pete Radar," because I could locate him instantly anytime we were in the same area together. But one day it didn't work very well. It was shortly before Christmas, because I was walking down the hall with my friend and sucking on a candy cane. Now I don't just suck on canes like a normal person. I loudly suck on them like a baby sucks on a pacifier, resulting in loud slobbery noises. Sheila & I were just about to turn down another hall when Pete came around the corner toward us, while I was sucking like an idiot on my candy cane. My 15-year-old self made a small squeak of embarrassment and then turned completely bright red. I was mortified! Mortified enough to still remember that moment crystal clear, 12 years later.
Have a good weekend, everyone!
This is so how I feel right now. I just want to steal a glance of my crush. I end up places that I shouldn't be just because I might run into him and be able to say hi. I look to see if that spark is in his eyes. I hear songs that remind me of him. I do and say things that I think might make him laugh. I want something to happen between us in the worst way, but lack the courage to see if it's even a possibility to him.
sigh...I'm getting ready for that straight jacket. How about an actual story then? I'm in a reminiscing kind of mood. I'm not making any guarantees as to whether or not it's actually entertaining. I had developed what we called a "Pete Radar," because I could locate him instantly anytime we were in the same area together. But one day it didn't work very well. It was shortly before Christmas, because I was walking down the hall with my friend and sucking on a candy cane. Now I don't just suck on canes like a normal person. I loudly suck on them like a baby sucks on a pacifier, resulting in loud slobbery noises. Sheila & I were just about to turn down another hall when Pete came around the corner toward us, while I was sucking like an idiot on my candy cane. My 15-year-old self made a small squeak of embarrassment and then turned completely bright red. I was mortified! Mortified enough to still remember that moment crystal clear, 12 years later.
Have a good weekend, everyone!
