Same sex dating in high school
More often than not, she'd make time to sit and catch up at my table, ask about how my dad was doing or what this friend or that friend was up to.I'd be so nervous about what to say and how to handle myself around her without coming off like a weirdo, I'd typically do just that.Now, in the movie version of this story — which has totally cut out how nervous and pathetic I acted — we end up being together for a long, long time. We did all kinds of couple things together, like going to her sister's holiday party and celebrating my birthday and having sex with the lights on.Unfortunately for my teenage dreams, I started to realize we weren't necessarily the match I prayed we would be.If she was just saying it to be nice, I told her, then we couldn't be friends anymore. Of course, that doesn't mean she was home alone on high school summer nights doodling my name on notebooks.
As soon as she left to go back behind the bar for even a moment, a debriefing began."There's no fucking way this is going to work," I told my friends."How do you know that? Which, hey, I took as a win considering that anything other than "I hate you. And that's when I began to sweat more than I ever have in my life.
Looking back, it was a ridiculous thing to say, but I was so nervous, I couldn't process anything else.
I truly don't remember much else of our conversation at the bar, which then moved to a fried chicken place, and the car on the way back to my friend's apartment to have another beer… But in my exhausted, drunk state, I felt rambling on and on would be the best course of action.
Here's a plot line for you: 10 years after graduating from high school, a guy returns home for the holidays and visits a local bar where he finds and reconnects with his high school crush. If you've seen the movie "Can't Hardly Wait," this girl was my Jennifer Love Hewitt. ), was on the cheerleading team (for at least one year) and most importantly, nearly all the guys I knew had a crush on her.
As it turns out, she's also had feelings for him the whole time, and poof! She was friendly and bubbly and polite, blonde-haired and good-looking and had a last name close to mine — which meant two things: shared homeroom and locker proximity, son!