|Not the actual pin, but this is it.|
@kevinhunsperger & @my123cents
This is a tale from my past that I should probably not be sharing with the world, or at least the dozens and dozens of people who will read it. But my readers have requested more stories about me, so I'm going to oblige. Plus, I figure it shows that I'm human and we've all had those moments from our childhood and teens years we'd rather forget, but those moments become lessons (some more funny than others) By the way, the names have been omitted to protect the innocent.
Picture it: December 1987. I'm 14 years old, a freshman in high school. I had undergone a transformation of sorts since middle school. I no longer had braces, a retainer, or a bionator mouthpiece that I wore over the course of my three years at North Jefferson Middle School. Gone too were my glasses. Over the summer, I got contact lens. I felt a bit more confident in my appearance and was ready to try again with the fairer gender.
But I was still extremely shy. In middle school, I had been shot down a few times and not in a kind way. It wasn't like the girls I had asked out said "no", it was more like "HELL NO!!!!" or at least that's how it felt in my teenage mind. But there was a girl in my third hour biology class who caught my eye.
For three months I waited for the right time to say something but never could muster up the courage. So the night before the last day of school before Christmas break, I had a (not so) brilliant idea. I would win her over with gifts. But being a 14-year-old without a job or a clue, I didn't have a whole lot of resources or time to come up with something perfect or even good.
|Who doesn't like candy canes at Christmas?|
Remember, I said I didn't have much money (or sense) and added the three poorly selected gifts into a big, brown grocery bag. Yeah, I didn't even spring for some kind of Christmasy bag or at least tie a bow on that drab bag, I just headed to school with the paper sack.
I was a ball of nerves when I walked into class that morning. I was one of the first ones to get there and I scoped the room to make sure my crush wasn't there yet. She wasn't, and another girl asked me what was in the bag. I explained what I had and told her who I was giving it to. She immediately told me that it was a bad idea to give it to her myself. She convinced me that she would give it to her and as I debated this in my brain, what little confidence I had left had vanished. I handed her the bag and said: "give it to her, but don't tell her it's from me."
|My idea of gift wrap.|
I never confessed to the gift giving. And you'd think that would be my high-quality learning experience, but it wasn't. Through my high school years, I tried to "win over" a girl with gifts instead of actually talking and getting to know them. Many times I'm amazed I ended up breaking out of my shell enough to meet my wife. I guess it all takes time.
Your story made me both laugh and feel a little sick to my stomach. Those were some tough years, bro.ReplyDelete
Ah high school. The females could be the mean and bitter type at times, couldn't they? Thanks for the story. Now I am going to rack my brain trying to figure out who it could have been. Lol Thanks for sharing. Takes a big man to open up like that. Kudos.ReplyDelete