A few years after I graduated from high school, where I was miserably unhappy, and believed myself to be a total outcast, who had to move 1000 miles away to even talk to a girl, which I did when I got out there. I went back to be with my family on some holiday or another, and some of my friends were having a party, and they had a band, and they were playing in the basement of my friend’s house, and it was a blast. People who I wasn’t particularly friendly with in high school or who I hadn’t even met because they were people my friends knew from community college were there and just being cool and friendly, and we were drinking beer in a not particularly rowdy way, but everyone was all loosened up. And we were sweaty from dancing because this was the punk rock era and these guys were a pop punk band, as we would call them now. So I walk upstairs to the kitchen to get a beer out of the refrigerator and there’s this really pretty girl there. And she’s looking at me and I say hi. And she tells me she was in 10th grade when I was a senior, and then I kind of remembered her. And I remembered that she was cute then, and she was even cuter a few years later in the kitchen at the party. She told me she had a terrible crush on me back then. I said not only did I not have any idea, it would not have even entered my head that that was possible. She was surprised by that. Her mental image of me and my own interior picture of myself had absolutely nothing to do with each other. Completely different planets. I said if you had given me the tiniest hint, well, the magic might have happened! And we both laughed. But, in reality, it wouldn’t have mattered, it would’ve taken more than a hint to get through a thick layer of self loathing. I would’ve simply discounted even overt signals. The mental construct would’ve been more compelling than even facts on the ground. Adolescent life can be tough. There were some cool things about it but I don’t miss it!
The hottest got in my high school, who was also extremely smart and cool, definitely knew he was hot and I believe he went to prom with a senior girl when he was only in 10th grade, which was unheard of. Anyway, he is now fully bald (and not because he shaved his head, just very bad male-pattern baldness), overweight, and is still in my hometown working at a car dealership and it literally the guy on the cheesy low-rent local car commercials telling people to come on down for blowout President's Days sales. None of us can believe it. It doesn't compute. The long haired, beautiful-eyed, guy who walked in slow motion with a soundtrack playing whenever you saw him guy turned into the ultimate embarrassing stereotype.
Though the most model gorgeous girl in our school was someone no boys ever noticed, because she was ultra studious and nerdy and wore glasses. They mostly paid attention to the outgoing party girls and girls with big boobs lol.
I am pretty sure I was not any kind of high school sex symbol, but if I was I would never have known it because I am very oblivious to flirting and not great noticing social cues generally. And I was worse when I was younger.
To be this man would be among the worst nightmares I could imagine. At least being a total loser is something to hang one's hat on. To be so incompetent that I didn't even know I wasn't a loser? Man. That's bad.
Lol. See, we can all learn a little something about ourselves.
This gave me hope that maybe girls were secretly pining for me in high school, but then I remembered what I was like in high school
A few years after I graduated from high school, where I was miserably unhappy, and believed myself to be a total outcast, who had to move 1000 miles away to even talk to a girl, which I did when I got out there. I went back to be with my family on some holiday or another, and some of my friends were having a party, and they had a band, and they were playing in the basement of my friend’s house, and it was a blast. People who I wasn’t particularly friendly with in high school or who I hadn’t even met because they were people my friends knew from community college were there and just being cool and friendly, and we were drinking beer in a not particularly rowdy way, but everyone was all loosened up. And we were sweaty from dancing because this was the punk rock era and these guys were a pop punk band, as we would call them now. So I walk upstairs to the kitchen to get a beer out of the refrigerator and there’s this really pretty girl there. And she’s looking at me and I say hi. And she tells me she was in 10th grade when I was a senior, and then I kind of remembered her. And I remembered that she was cute then, and she was even cuter a few years later in the kitchen at the party. She told me she had a terrible crush on me back then. I said not only did I not have any idea, it would not have even entered my head that that was possible. She was surprised by that. Her mental image of me and my own interior picture of myself had absolutely nothing to do with each other. Completely different planets. I said if you had given me the tiniest hint, well, the magic might have happened! And we both laughed. But, in reality, it wouldn’t have mattered, it would’ve taken more than a hint to get through a thick layer of self loathing. I would’ve simply discounted even overt signals. The mental construct would’ve been more compelling than even facts on the ground. Adolescent life can be tough. There were some cool things about it but I don’t miss it!
I love that story. Being a teenager was definitely not easy!
The hottest got in my high school, who was also extremely smart and cool, definitely knew he was hot and I believe he went to prom with a senior girl when he was only in 10th grade, which was unheard of. Anyway, he is now fully bald (and not because he shaved his head, just very bad male-pattern baldness), overweight, and is still in my hometown working at a car dealership and it literally the guy on the cheesy low-rent local car commercials telling people to come on down for blowout President's Days sales. None of us can believe it. It doesn't compute. The long haired, beautiful-eyed, guy who walked in slow motion with a soundtrack playing whenever you saw him guy turned into the ultimate embarrassing stereotype.
Though the most model gorgeous girl in our school was someone no boys ever noticed, because she was ultra studious and nerdy and wore glasses. They mostly paid attention to the outgoing party girls and girls with big boobs lol.
Glad you got to kiss him. 😊
Good job smooching him.
Thanks! Pretty proud of myself for that one lol
Had to laugh - met my old girlfriend(s) at our 50th reunion and wondered what in Hell was I thinking?
I am pretty sure I was not any kind of high school sex symbol, but if I was I would never have known it because I am very oblivious to flirting and not great noticing social cues generally. And I was worse when I was younger.
Sweet little story.
To be this man would be among the worst nightmares I could imagine. At least being a total loser is something to hang one's hat on. To be so incompetent that I didn't even know I wasn't a loser? Man. That's bad.