Banquet Night Blues
I feel bad about this, because the kid was clearly an unfortunate high school case, but not bad enough not to share.
In high school, I met a cute, if slightly odd, guy at a
party who was a year older than me at another high school. We went on a couple dates, but it was always
just the two of us. He invited me to his
football team’s banquet, so I put on a beautiful blue dress and went with him.
Apparently, he had no friends at his high school. Literally no one talked to him the entire
time during the ceremony or the dinner afterwards (where sat at an empty table
by ourselves). I had overdressed and felt so awkward we couldn’t keep a conversation going either. There was just chewing.
After that mess, we went back to his house to watch a
movie. We were spooning on the bed while
I was still in my nice dress when he jerked his head up like he had been
sleeping on me. Then he touched my neck
and I suddenly felt wet. I realized with horror that he had drooled all over me and my dress.
The look of disgust as I cleaned his drool off apparently wasn’t enough to
keep him from calling me for a month before he went to work. As a paperboy. At 4am.In high school, I met a cute, if slightly odd, guy at a party who was a year older than me at another high school. We went on a couple dates, but it was always just the two of us. He invited me to his football team’s banquet, so I put on a beautiful blue dress and went with him.
In high school, I met a cute, if slightly odd, guy at a party. He was a year older than me and a student at another high school. We went on a couple of dates, but it was always just the two of us. He then invited me to his football team’s banquet. I put on a beautiful blue dress and went with him.
Apparently, he had no friends at his high school. Literally, no one talked to him the entire time during the ceremony or the dinner afterwards (where we sat at an empty table by ourselves). I had overdressed and felt so awkward. We couldn’t keep a conversation going either. There was just chewing.
After that mess, we went back to his house to watch a movie and ended up spooning on his bed. After a while, he suddenly jerked his head up as he had fallen asleep on me. Then he touched my neck and I suddenly felt wet. I realized with horror that he had drooled all over me and my dress.
The look of disgust as I cleaned his drool off apparently wasn’t enough to keep him from calling me every day for a month before he went to work. As a paperboy. At 4 a.m.
July 17th, 2009 in
WTF?,
Young Love
