Posted by
Melissa "Faedora" Sizelove on Saturday, February 14, 2009 10:31:11 AM
Happy Valentine Day!!
I know I usually write about politics, but today is special.
I thought it would be amusing to commemorate this
day with my first Valentines' Day. I will of course
course change the names to protect the innocent,
but if your reading this, you know who you are, i'll
just call you "Joe".
Ok, to begin with, I was a major tom boy growing
up, so Valentines Day really didn't mean much to
me till I got to the later years of my high school yrs.
in my junior year. It was like someone had flipped
a switch and poof, hanging with the boys took on
a whole new meaning. (To say the least). Anyway
Joe was in my circle of guy friends I hung out with
and played sports with on the weekend.
The weekend before V-Day we were at the rec room
starting out playing HORSE. Eventually we paired up
started playing to 21. I was on Joe, he was trying to get
around me and finally he just rushed me and we both
ended up on the floor, me on my back and him on top of
me. It shouldn't have been a big deal, it's not like we
haven't been in that situation before playing in the gym.
It was kinda awkward, like looking at your friend with
new eyes. I pushed him up off me in a huff and berated
him for his clumsiness. A small argument ensued and
eventually I relented but I left the game and walked home.
When we saw each other in school the next day he asked
if we were still cool with each other. Of course I told him
yes, but I knew I wouldn't look at him the same again. There
was something in his eyes that I hadn't seen before. Later that
same day, "Bob" who was in the same history class as me and
"Joe" had passed me a note asking me to the V-Day dance. I
didn't really want to go, but he was a nice guy, so I accepted.
The night of the dance my nontomboy girlfriend came over
and made me up and did my hair, and oh my god did she
tease it good. You know what I'm talking about if you were
were a teenager in the 80's.
"Bob picked me up and off we went. I felt bad I was going
under false pretenses, but I never heard who "Joe" had
asked as his date, and my pride wouldn't let me ask.
The dance was in full swing by the time we got there
and the first thing I did was look around nonchalantly,
not so no one would notice, hoping to spot "Joe" and
his date. We were dancing right smack in the middle
of the dance floor when we quite literally bumped into
each other. I turned to apoligize but when I seen his date
I saw red. I didn't know who I was pissed off at more,
him for asking her out, her because of a fight we had
gotten into earlier in the year or me for caring who he
decided to ask. I ended up calling him something I can't
print because of the profanity rule. I stalked off out of the
gym, not knowing "Joe" was hot on my heels following me.
He turned me around and quite angrily asked me "what the
hell is wrong with you this week". Again, my pride went up
and I told him nothing and preceeded to argue with him about
his date. Along came our two dates, they found us in the hallway
arguing and it then turned into a four way brawl. "Bob" on
"Joe, and me on "Jane". By the time a teacher had found us,
all four of us had bloody noses, ripped clothes and its's too
funny how both us girls hair ended up looking like after we were
seperated. We all ended up with suspensions. I went home
and big surprise got into trouble again.
As it happened, when I got home I was informed I would be
moving again and needs to transfer to another school come
the following Monday. I called Joe the next day which was
Saturday and told him I was leaving and wanted to tell him
goodbye. When Monday came, I seen him. He snuck out of
the house to see me off. Before I left, he grabbed me and
kissed me right on the lips and then he told me he had
always liked me but didn't know how to tell me. His pride
had got in the way, so he asked that other girl out to see
if I would get jealous. I started to laugh and admitted to
same thing.
I never saw him again til years later. We were both married
with kids and had a good laugh over our last week together.
I've learned over the years when it comes to relationships and
holidays, if you don't have someone in your life when those
days come around, let it go and just wait for the next one when
you do. It can be messy. Especially if you've got stubborn pride.
But then again, you might get a good story out of it to remember
and laugh over later.