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As I mentioned earlier, I spent a good portion of this weekend with my Launchcast blaring. I admit I don't listen to it as much as I'd intended, but the times I do really make it worth the few bucks I spent on it. I spent an enjoyable few minutes playing "what does this song remind me of" and reliving little vignettes as they cut little paths across my memory. It's amazing that a memory can play fully blown through just a few seconds and to relate it to paper seems like it will be pages upon pages long.

In high school there were about 9 or 10 of gals that ran around together, but really it was more like 5 of us at the core and two more pairs of friends who sometimes hung out with us, too. Kind of wierd to explain, but you know what I mean. Anyhow, our sophomore year, one of the ancillary friends landed herself a date to the senior prom. A wierd thing since the date was with a friend of the guy she was interested in. And the guy who asked her was really not the kind of guy who can easily get a date. A really nice guy, smart, brainy. You get the picture.

So, on the night before the prom, a bunch of us were at a party and one of my friends points out a guy and says, "That's the guy Tina's going to the prom with, but she's out right now with Craig." Well, a few beers in me and that's about all it took. I walk up to the guy and say, "You're Joe, and you're such a sap. Tina is out with Craig tonight." I know it was a shitty-assed thing to say, but it's still kind of odd that he was so upset. Everyone knew Tina had a thing for Craig and they'd been out before, whereas Joe and Tina had never had anything but plans for the prom. Joe suddenly decided he and I were fast friends and he told me his plan: he wasn't going to show up.

My insensitive friends and I thought it was funny. Priceless. We could hardly wait to see the outcome and had the whole scene laid out in our head. Pictures, hairdos, waiting. And that's just what happened. It was pretty anticlimactic when it was all over. After all, Tina was disappointed, but not too much and I don't think it was ever attributed to our evil-doing, so it all just sort of went away.

All except Joe. Naturally, after meeting me he was in love. In Love. In love for more than two years. Two years of buying me things like concert tickets and record albums and booze (now what high school kid really appreciates Crown Royal?) There was even a time that he tried to buy me an album and I sent him back to the store 3 times because I kept telling him that "I already had that one." Which I didn't. But I did finally get the one I wanted.

Believe it or not, I never considered myself to be mean to him. I always thought we were friends, but in differing ways. He wanted to be my boyfriend and I thought I made it abundantly clear that that couldn't happen.

Well, the last time I ever heard from him was when I graduated from high school. I got a graduation card with $19.82 in cash taped inside. You know, for the year I graduated. Fun stuff.


Against the Wind
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11/27/2005 07:48:00 PM



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