Monday, February 20, 2006

 

Cathy and Michelle were the bitchiest girls in school. Its not like they bitched about everything, but were bitchy about everything. Neither of them had a boyfriend, and we liked to say that they were "hot to trot." Of course, no self-respecting young teenager wanted to deal with them. Nobody wanted to hear their precocious sneers, their continuous sighs of disapproval as if the world would never get it. Like they were waiting for the entire world to be cool. To be anything but boring, which it was. Always. Never Enough.

"Like, God, when is it going to possibly live up to all of my expectations?" they'd think. But, the whole world would never live up to their expectations.

I had a crush on Michelle, with black hair and a widow's peak. Very young to have gray hairs, but I thought it was sexy. On Valentine's day, all the kids bought bulk holiday cards with smurfs, or fraggles, or farm animals, or whatever the local A&P was selling out front. We'd swap them with each other, and it meant nothing to most the kids. But to some of us, the notes we'd scrawl had lovely intentions. Love notes that could lead to romance and soon after, maybe a little kiss. And kisses could only lead to more romance, possibly even falling in love. So, to me, these valentines day cards were practically proposals. because I was head over heels for Michelle......


No matter how bitchy she was.

"Here Michelle," I mumbled. Too shy to raise my face to look at her, I jabbed my hand out blindly.

"Oh, That would be nice, if you were my valentine," she said and turned and walked away.

Later that year, I asked her out, and she turned me down.

She said,
"Um, Like, are you kidding me? If I even mentioned you in my blog or on MySpace, people would think I am such a slacker. I'm trying to get as many friends as possible, and you would not help."

To make it even worse, this time when she turned and walked away, she first said "N---a please."

posted by Hog 10:31 AM