He sat behind me in almost all my classes, by virtue of our last names (we sat alphabetically in junior high school). He used to tug my hair. I went to the high school homecoming game and was walking around with my friends and saw him. He called me over and asked me to go to homecoming with him (he said he had planned to ask me during the day but I was not in school - had a doctor's appointment that day). I had on a blue sweater. We sat in the visitors grandstand at the top. He bought me a balloon, the deflated remains of which I kept in my jewelry box for years like a hidden treasure. The theme was "That's Entertainment." He asked me to the dance but I declined, thinking my mother would not allow it.
He never spoke to me again; to this day I don't understand why. Two decades after I graduated from high school, many of my former classmates have somehow become less horrid than I once thought they were and befriended me on Facebook. On a whim I looked him up on Facebook; he refused my friend invitation.
Any firsts you remember?
He never spoke to me again; to this day I don't understand why. Two decades after I graduated from high school, many of my former classmates have somehow become less horrid than I once thought they were and befriended me on Facebook. On a whim I looked him up on Facebook; he refused my friend invitation.
Any firsts you remember?
