Stood there and watched you walk away
From everything we had
But I still mean every word I said to you
He will try to take away my pain
And he just might make me smile
But the whole time I'm wishin' he was you instead-Haunted, Taylor Swift
Showing posts with label Ancient History. Show all posts
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Friday, October 17, 2014
Beeker
In high school, I was in the awkward position of not having a date to the Valentine's Dance. My friend Krissy set it up so that I would go with "Beeker," a guy from our circle of friends. He was tallish and skinny and very smart and very awkward.
We went to dinner. He paid. We went to the dance. We had a very unremarkable time but started dating. It almost seemed like it was out of obligation on both our parts. "Well I'm not doing anything better. Sure, I'll be your boy/girlfriend." Laziest relationship ever.
Frankly, I was embarrassed by him. I didn't want anyone to see us together. When popular girls would ask who I was dating, I would couch my reply to make it known that I was not that into Beeker. I was a bitch.
For his part, Beeker took me out to dinners and movies and in return, I'd let him slobber all over my face and call it kissing. We also experimented with awkward fumbling in the backseat of a car or in my basement or in his room.
I vividly remember dreading talking to him on the phone. Krissy had put the idea in Beeker's head that he needed to make more of an effort with me. This translated to nightly phone calls. Which were painful and boring and I could barely hear them. If you spend all day at school and in the same social circle with someone, there isn't much more to debrief about on the phone EVERY night. Adding to my irritation was the fact that I couldn't hear him well. I'd crank the volume on the phone to the max level. I'd remind him not speak up. I'd ask him not to mumble. It didn't matter, I could only hear about 45 % of these nightly chats.
One night, I think he was talking about lizards? We'd been having our usual late night snoozefest conversation when my brain registered that he'd hung up the phone on his end. The fuck? Somehow I was able to get my brain to replay the last 30 seconds or so:
"Beeker": So what do you think?
Me: ...Silence because I'd checked out.
"Beeker": Are you there?
Me:...Silence because I'd checked out.
"Beeker:" Ok, bye.
I had spaced out! I straight up ignored him on the phone. I'm the worst.
Beeker and I broke up after 8 months together because I decided I'd rather be Jesse's Girl. But because I was a coward, I never said anything to Beeker. My friend Krissy saw me hanging in a park with Jesse and told Beeker about it. He never said anything either. We never had a fight about it, just never really talked again.
I hear he's still very tall and very smart and very awkward.
We went to dinner. He paid. We went to the dance. We had a very unremarkable time but started dating. It almost seemed like it was out of obligation on both our parts. "Well I'm not doing anything better. Sure, I'll be your boy/girlfriend." Laziest relationship ever.
Frankly, I was embarrassed by him. I didn't want anyone to see us together. When popular girls would ask who I was dating, I would couch my reply to make it known that I was not that into Beeker. I was a bitch.
For his part, Beeker took me out to dinners and movies and in return, I'd let him slobber all over my face and call it kissing. We also experimented with awkward fumbling in the backseat of a car or in my basement or in his room.
I vividly remember dreading talking to him on the phone. Krissy had put the idea in Beeker's head that he needed to make more of an effort with me. This translated to nightly phone calls. Which were painful and boring and I could barely hear them. If you spend all day at school and in the same social circle with someone, there isn't much more to debrief about on the phone EVERY night. Adding to my irritation was the fact that I couldn't hear him well. I'd crank the volume on the phone to the max level. I'd remind him not speak up. I'd ask him not to mumble. It didn't matter, I could only hear about 45 % of these nightly chats.
One night, I think he was talking about lizards? We'd been having our usual late night snoozefest conversation when my brain registered that he'd hung up the phone on his end. The fuck? Somehow I was able to get my brain to replay the last 30 seconds or so:
"Beeker": So what do you think?
Me: ...Silence because I'd checked out.
"Beeker": Are you there?
Me:...Silence because I'd checked out.
"Beeker:" Ok, bye.
I had spaced out! I straight up ignored him on the phone. I'm the worst.
Beeker and I broke up after 8 months together because I decided I'd rather be Jesse's Girl. But because I was a coward, I never said anything to Beeker. My friend Krissy saw me hanging in a park with Jesse and told Beeker about it. He never said anything either. We never had a fight about it, just never really talked again.
I hear he's still very tall and very smart and very awkward.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Jesse's Girl
In high school I made a lot of stupid decisions. Shocking right?
My friend Krissy and I went through a phase where we thought 80s music was the shit. All 80s all the time. Of course, this included the Rick Springfield classic "Jesse's Girl." I needed to be Jesse's girl.
Another friend Elle started dating some Forgettable Guy who went to a public school. Since I moved mid-high school, I only had friends from school. Since it was a private school it was smallish. So public school guys were an untapped market for me.
Forgettable Guy (FG from here on out) was from the wrong side of the tracks according to Elle's mom and she was forbidden to see him. But much like Romeo and Juliet, love, (or teenage hormone fueled lust) found a way. Elle and I would tell our moms we were at the library. Elle and FG would make out at his house and I would entertain myself. Until FG found a friend for me.
His name was Jesse. I have to use his real name because its the whole reason he was briefly a part of my life. He wasn't particularly attractive but he had an electric confidence that drew me in anyways. He was a sloppy kisser. His tongue seemed to be three sizes too big. He was forever drinking some flavor of Sobe that made his mouth taste all coconut-y which was disgusting to me.
Twas a brief fling that lasted no more than a month, which is around the time Elle decided FG wasn't worth her time either. But now I can say, damn right Rick Springfield, I was (briefly) Jesse's girl.
Natalie
My friend Krissy and I went through a phase where we thought 80s music was the shit. All 80s all the time. Of course, this included the Rick Springfield classic "Jesse's Girl." I needed to be Jesse's girl.
Another friend Elle started dating some Forgettable Guy who went to a public school. Since I moved mid-high school, I only had friends from school. Since it was a private school it was smallish. So public school guys were an untapped market for me.
Forgettable Guy (FG from here on out) was from the wrong side of the tracks according to Elle's mom and she was forbidden to see him. But much like Romeo and Juliet, love, (or teenage hormone fueled lust) found a way. Elle and I would tell our moms we were at the library. Elle and FG would make out at his house and I would entertain myself. Until FG found a friend for me.
His name was Jesse. I have to use his real name because its the whole reason he was briefly a part of my life. He wasn't particularly attractive but he had an electric confidence that drew me in anyways. He was a sloppy kisser. His tongue seemed to be three sizes too big. He was forever drinking some flavor of Sobe that made his mouth taste all coconut-y which was disgusting to me.
Twas a brief fling that lasted no more than a month, which is around the time Elle decided FG wasn't worth her time either. But now I can say, damn right Rick Springfield, I was (briefly) Jesse's girl.
Natalie
Thursday, September 25, 2014
The Passion of the..Wait, WHAT?
Many, many years ago when I was but a young innocent high school lass, my outgoing best friend Krissy taught Sunday school. It was extremely incongruous because we would spend much of Saturday acquiring alcohol, spend Saturday night getting mildly drunk off our pilfered beverages, I would spend the night at her house, and then we would drag our asses to teach Sunday School. This was usually followed by lunch at an Indian restaurant. Chicken Tikka Masala will always remind me of Krissy.
Krissy's Sunday School teaching partner (I was unofficial, and only attended when I had nowhere better to be) was a boy named…Sean I think? Sure, we're rolling with that. Sean went to the only other co-ed Catholic High School in the area. That school was much smaller and later Krissy and I would have an unofficial contest to see who could make out with more boys from that school.
So Sean asked me out. I wasn't really my type but I figured it couldn't hurt anything to go on a date or two with this guy. Damn. Was his name Sean? That's going to drive me crazy now. Sean was a little on the nerd side. A little on the chubby side. Waaaaayyyy on the Catholic side.
Now, I made it through 12 years of Catholic school, was an alter server and even got confirmed. I was a "good"ish Catholic girl which in my definition meant I made out with a lot of guys but went no further. Sean was super devout. I have no idea if he thought he could get me to behave or thought it would be a fun experiment to go out with a semi-wild girl.
So Sean and I went on a first date. I have no real memory of the date but it must have been nice enough because we went out again and this is the part you'll want to hear.
For our second date Sean and I had dinner and a movie. Dinner was at a Mexican restaurant. The movie was The Passion of the Christ. I know, I know, even for Catholic school kids, this makes for a horrible date movie. It was his idea and I went along with it because if I took the ticket stub to my religion class, I could get extra credit. Win/Win right?
So we find seats in the theater and the movie starts. Everyone is keeping their hands to themselves and being properly somber. Until the crucifixion scene. Sean chose this moment to "Make His Move."
Y'all, he tried to make out with me and cop a feel. During The Passion of the Christ.
It startled the hell out of me and I very loudly said, "I CAN'T MAKE OUT WITH YOU WHILE THEY KILL JESUS!" So we finished the movie sitting side by side, not touching.
Natalie
Krissy's Sunday School teaching partner (I was unofficial, and only attended when I had nowhere better to be) was a boy named…Sean I think? Sure, we're rolling with that. Sean went to the only other co-ed Catholic High School in the area. That school was much smaller and later Krissy and I would have an unofficial contest to see who could make out with more boys from that school.
So Sean asked me out. I wasn't really my type but I figured it couldn't hurt anything to go on a date or two with this guy. Damn. Was his name Sean? That's going to drive me crazy now. Sean was a little on the nerd side. A little on the chubby side. Waaaaayyyy on the Catholic side.
Now, I made it through 12 years of Catholic school, was an alter server and even got confirmed. I was a "good"ish Catholic girl which in my definition meant I made out with a lot of guys but went no further. Sean was super devout. I have no idea if he thought he could get me to behave or thought it would be a fun experiment to go out with a semi-wild girl.
So Sean and I went on a first date. I have no real memory of the date but it must have been nice enough because we went out again and this is the part you'll want to hear.
For our second date Sean and I had dinner and a movie. Dinner was at a Mexican restaurant. The movie was The Passion of the Christ. I know, I know, even for Catholic school kids, this makes for a horrible date movie. It was his idea and I went along with it because if I took the ticket stub to my religion class, I could get extra credit. Win/Win right?
So we find seats in the theater and the movie starts. Everyone is keeping their hands to themselves and being properly somber. Until the crucifixion scene. Sean chose this moment to "Make His Move."
Y'all, he tried to make out with me and cop a feel. During The Passion of the Christ.
It startled the hell out of me and I very loudly said, "I CAN'T MAKE OUT WITH YOU WHILE THEY KILL JESUS!" So we finished the movie sitting side by side, not touching.
Natalie
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