At the Movies
My freshman year in high school and a junior had asked me out and I was out of this world excited. I begged my mom to allow me to go. After many promises and a week worth of house work I was given the go ahead with several conditions: he must pick me up at home and get out of the car and come to the door to retrieve me, we must tell her the movie theater and time and I had to carry my cell phone at all times. Friday rolled around and I was in my best mini-skirt outfit with nice hair and make up. He called to say he was held over at work and would be 30 minutes late. He finally showed up (I could hear his car literally squeak all the way up my hill) and came to the door in rolled up jeans and a plain white t-shirt to my horror. I guess he was trying to look like James Dean But he was way off!
We got in the car to leave after what seemed like the longest grilling my mother has ever given and then he asked me not to roll down the window of his ’69 Camaro because it wont go back up if I do so. At the movies he insisted I wait by the benches while he paid for our tickets. On his way back to me he pointed out loudly that they raised the prices. We proceed to the door of the theater and the ticket taker asked him for our tickets and then proceeded to laugh and state rather loudly after looking at the tickets, “Dude, taking your little sister to the movie on a Friday night is not cool.” I am on the shorter side, but hardly looked like his little sister. I asked the ticket person why he would assume I am his little sister. He then informed me that my date had paid for a child’s ticket for me!
I was so embarrassed at this point, but went along with this charade anyway. During the what seemed like longest movie ever made at which he tried about 30 times to kiss and/or fondle me. I got up to call my mom and get the heck out of there. Luckily, I saw my cousin in the lobby of the theater and he agreed to take me home. I left with my cousin and went dinner with he and his friends. We ended up at Denny’s sitting in a tall backed booth. Who sits behind us, but my date and two of his friends. He was telling them in a loud voice how great his date was and how he got to second base and can’t wait to take me out again. Upon hearing this my cousin stood up and got in his face, telling his buddies what a loser he is and how he was lying. Going back to school Monday I was dreading seeing this jerk. It turns out he had gone out on a date the afternoon before ours and had gotten mono from that girl. He was in the hospital and out of school for over three months.
