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I talked to my mom on the phone Sunday. She said she was thinking about me Saturday. I asked why. She goes, "because well, you're my daughter! I think about you." I asked her how the yard sale went that she had the week before. She said great. The weather was a bit chilly and she had alot of sweaters and coats to sell and she made almost $400.
She said that a young guy came by with a woman and he kept smiling at my mom and talking to her. He said it was great to see her. He left and my dad said, "that was Marcel Sanchez." This guerito guy I dated in high school. My mom was so strict with me in high school, she told me I could not date. I still did and snuck around. Me - "uh, yeah mom I'm hanging out at Angela Sanchez's house after school." Teehee. I was so damn sneaky. But mom must have known what was up.
She said a few days later Marcel stopped by again. He was interested in my old high school car, a 1972 Mercedes Benz. It's a great old car, still in pretty good shape. My mom said right away he goes, "Do you remember me?" This time he was alone so mom said he right away asked, "so how is Carol doing?" My mom said I was fine, still living in Austin, not married and she hoped I'd get married before she dies (Oh mom!) and that I had a masters degree. My mom said Marcel was totally wide eyed and he said, "wow, yeah I totally expected to hear that, Carol was so smart in school." This made me want to cry. I just can't believe people saw me as a smart girl. I was like the worst honors student. I made terrible grades and didn't care at all about school. All I care about was going to UT and going to see shows in Austin. Fourteen years later and I'm still here. I'm glad he sounded so happy to hear about me. Mom says he's still thin and handsome and the whitest mexican guy you'd ever see.
So I drove over to a friend's house and was thinking how this was a good story to hear. But then I also remembered, wait, Marcel broke up with me after this one time I was at his house and we were totally dry humping and making out. I remember he lowered his pants and took mine off and then I remember wrestling over my panties. I remember how terrified I felt, "oh shit this guy is going to rape me and I'm a VIRGIN!" I gave him a good shove and got him off me. I remember he was totally, "oh come on, it's really not that big a deal." I think we were even on his parents bed! He wouldn't return my calls after that. I was 16. Sixteen years later he's talking to my mom about me.
She said that a young guy came by with a woman and he kept smiling at my mom and talking to her. He said it was great to see her. He left and my dad said, "that was Marcel Sanchez." This guerito guy I dated in high school. My mom was so strict with me in high school, she told me I could not date. I still did and snuck around. Me - "uh, yeah mom I'm hanging out at Angela Sanchez's house after school." Teehee. I was so damn sneaky. But mom must have known what was up.
She said a few days later Marcel stopped by again. He was interested in my old high school car, a 1972 Mercedes Benz. It's a great old car, still in pretty good shape. My mom said right away he goes, "Do you remember me?" This time he was alone so mom said he right away asked, "so how is Carol doing?" My mom said I was fine, still living in Austin, not married and she hoped I'd get married before she dies (Oh mom!) and that I had a masters degree. My mom said Marcel was totally wide eyed and he said, "wow, yeah I totally expected to hear that, Carol was so smart in school." This made me want to cry. I just can't believe people saw me as a smart girl. I was like the worst honors student. I made terrible grades and didn't care at all about school. All I care about was going to UT and going to see shows in Austin. Fourteen years later and I'm still here. I'm glad he sounded so happy to hear about me. Mom says he's still thin and handsome and the whitest mexican guy you'd ever see.
So I drove over to a friend's house and was thinking how this was a good story to hear. But then I also remembered, wait, Marcel broke up with me after this one time I was at his house and we were totally dry humping and making out. I remember he lowered his pants and took mine off and then I remember wrestling over my panties. I remember how terrified I felt, "oh shit this guy is going to rape me and I'm a VIRGIN!" I gave him a good shove and got him off me. I remember he was totally, "oh come on, it's really not that big a deal." I think we were even on his parents bed! He wouldn't return my calls after that. I was 16. Sixteen years later he's talking to my mom about me.