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Somehow this is therapeutic for me.
ROUND 2!
My oldest and best friend and I were remembering high school via text message the other day. For the record, I was not "a popular kid".
BestBuddy pulled my sorry @ss away from being kicked a few times. Primarily because I had a mouth that wrote checks that my @ss couldn't cash.
We texted back and forth over various topics related to our youth.
I finally confessed:
"Donnie Diaz (name changed) wanted to kick my @ss. Thanks for running interference, amigo."
"Yeah?! What the hell did you ever do to him? He was a jack@ss."
Welp. 10th grade.
I ran "track and field" because in a school where being an "athlete" was your ticket to being "cool".. that's what I could get away with.
I was never "Johnny Football Hero".
His older sister. 12th grade to my 10th grade.
"Daria" was quite the athlete. She should never have given me the time of day. Gymnastics. Volleyball... pretty sure her name is still on the wall for being the "High School Cross-Country Record Holder".
One day. Track practice.
"Hey, girls, I'll catch up with you later. I lost a spike from my cleat."
(Nonspecific girls are dismissed).
"Fox! I cant find this spike! Look around here with me."
This was clearly away from any prying eyes.
There was no missing spike.
She grabbed me by my (then-long) hair, pushed me against the concrete wall of the stadium. Mmmwah.
I didn't know what to do. I had only kissed one other girl. Natalie Bonavita (name not altered). She just laid it on me. I didn't know where to put my hands. She put them where I should have put them.
After :30 seconds or so (what seemed like :30 minutes), she let me come up for air. She said nothing. Her eyes told it all: "Say nothing; and this might happen again." She left. "Coming, girls!"
"This was why Donnie Diaz wanted to kick my @ss, bro."
(Now.) Years later, I said to my BestBuddy: "Dude, she straight-up James Bond'ed me. She took what she wanted, and stopped short of putting a bullet in the back of my head. Assassin. Nobody ever saw; but I'll bet it got around to Donnie. Somehow."
ROUND 2!
My oldest and best friend and I were remembering high school via text message the other day. For the record, I was not "a popular kid".
BestBuddy pulled my sorry @ss away from being kicked a few times. Primarily because I had a mouth that wrote checks that my @ss couldn't cash.
We texted back and forth over various topics related to our youth.
I finally confessed:
"Donnie Diaz (name changed) wanted to kick my @ss. Thanks for running interference, amigo."
"Yeah?! What the hell did you ever do to him? He was a jack@ss."
Welp. 10th grade.
I ran "track and field" because in a school where being an "athlete" was your ticket to being "cool".. that's what I could get away with.
I was never "Johnny Football Hero".
His older sister. 12th grade to my 10th grade.
"Daria" was quite the athlete. She should never have given me the time of day. Gymnastics. Volleyball... pretty sure her name is still on the wall for being the "High School Cross-Country Record Holder".
One day. Track practice.
"Hey, girls, I'll catch up with you later. I lost a spike from my cleat."
(Nonspecific girls are dismissed).
"Fox! I cant find this spike! Look around here with me."
This was clearly away from any prying eyes.
There was no missing spike.
She grabbed me by my (then-long) hair, pushed me against the concrete wall of the stadium. Mmmwah.
I didn't know what to do. I had only kissed one other girl. Natalie Bonavita (name not altered). She just laid it on me. I didn't know where to put my hands. She put them where I should have put them.
After :30 seconds or so (what seemed like :30 minutes), she let me come up for air. She said nothing. Her eyes told it all: "Say nothing; and this might happen again." She left. "Coming, girls!"
"This was why Donnie Diaz wanted to kick my @ss, bro."
(Now.) Years later, I said to my BestBuddy: "Dude, she straight-up James Bond'ed me. She took what she wanted, and stopped short of putting a bullet in the back of my head. Assassin. Nobody ever saw; but I'll bet it got around to Donnie. Somehow."
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