06-30-2015, 10:31 PM
I'll call her "Mary". Fourth grade, Catholic school. Smart, great smile, great sense of humor. Kissed her on the cheek once or twice by the pencil sharpener. Sadly, we moved after that school year...
Fast forward. Fall of freshman year, thumbing through the Froshbook...and there she is. Screw up my courage, look her up in the campus directory, and call her. Nervous, sweaty palms, fearful.
"Mary? Um, did you go to grade school at St. Xxx?"
"Yeah...who is this?"
"Oh wow. You won't believe this, but I'm rastaman85. We end to school together first thru fourth grade! I...well..I um,..had the biggest crush on you."
"Hm. I don't remember a rastaman85"
"Sure you do! I was a tall, kinda nerdy Black kid (still am)...I kissed you by the pencil sharpener..."
"No, I didn't know anyone by that name or with that description. is this a joke? Bye," and she hung up.
It still stings a little.
Fast forward. Fall of freshman year, thumbing through the Froshbook...and there she is. Screw up my courage, look her up in the campus directory, and call her. Nervous, sweaty palms, fearful.
"Mary? Um, did you go to grade school at St. Xxx?"
"Yeah...who is this?"
"Oh wow. You won't believe this, but I'm rastaman85. We end to school together first thru fourth grade! I...well..I um,..had the biggest crush on you."
"Hm. I don't remember a rastaman85"
"Sure you do! I was a tall, kinda nerdy Black kid (still am)...I kissed you by the pencil sharpener..."
"No, I didn't know anyone by that name or with that description. is this a joke? Bye," and she hung up.
It still stings a little.