Poor Choices 5
Poor Choices, with your host, Patrick Neville:
Today's Memory: How to destroy your reputation and make your Jr. High experience a living hell.
It was the first week of Jr. High, I had just come from my last summer vacation as an Elementary School student. I was nervous, it all felt so big and overwhelming. No recess, lockers, multiple classes, and tons of new unknown faces, but I had a group of good friends, and was ready to face this new challenge. I noticed a group of girls in my English class that seemed to always be looking at me and smiling, and as a young kid I kind of took it like they were making fun of me, as that had usually been the case back in Elementary School. So I ignored it and tried to attend to my studies. Then, a few days later I was chilling at home after school watching Animaniacs on TV when the phone rang. It was a girl, her voice covered in shy laughter, she asked for me and then asked me if I would give her and her friends on a scale of 1 - 10 how pretty I thought they were. Again, being a young kid who still wasn't really getting the whole "girl" thing, I gave them all very honest numbers. Most I gave 5's or 6's and they didn't care much for that, but there was one girl that stood out more than the others, her name was Brittany and I gave her a 9. Suddenly, all the girls on the phone went "oooOOOOOooOoo.........so do you like her?", well, in my mind I thought, sure, I like her well enough, Why wouldn't I? She's a nice young woman (1st appearance of Grandpa Pat). So I said "Yea, I like her." and there was much giggling and then the phone hung up. Being a dumb ass kid, I thought nothing of it. The next day at school, after English class, there she was, Brittany, standing in the hallway staring at me. She walked right up to me and ASKED ME out! She actually asked me! Holy shit! One of the most beautiful girls in the school likes me! Too bad I didn't know what I had and I responded thusly: "Oh, that sounds nice. But I'm really not into girls.", and I was being honest, that part of me hadn't turned on yet. Girls were still icky annoying creatures to me and I really had no interest yet. You would think that would have been understandable, but unfortunately it wasn't taken that way. It seemed I had unintentionally broadcasted a large signal that I didn't like girls and instead really had a hankering for the fellers, which there is nothing wrong with, but in Jr. High in Centerville, Utah at the time, it was not the thing to be, that's for sure. After that I became persona non grata and was ridiculed harshly for my actions and I don't think the girl ever forgave me. Later on that year when the hormones actually kicked in, I very much deeply regretted my actions, as now the goon lipped drooling dork kids had more change of getting a date than I ever did. It made what were some of the worst years of my life, even worse. It even followed me to High School, where I made another fatal mistake that I recovered from socially, but felt pretty bad about. But that's a story for another time.
Today's Memory: How to destroy your reputation and make your Jr. High experience a living hell.
It was the first week of Jr. High, I had just come from my last summer vacation as an Elementary School student. I was nervous, it all felt so big and overwhelming. No recess, lockers, multiple classes, and tons of new unknown faces, but I had a group of good friends, and was ready to face this new challenge. I noticed a group of girls in my English class that seemed to always be looking at me and smiling, and as a young kid I kind of took it like they were making fun of me, as that had usually been the case back in Elementary School. So I ignored it and tried to attend to my studies. Then, a few days later I was chilling at home after school watching Animaniacs on TV when the phone rang. It was a girl, her voice covered in shy laughter, she asked for me and then asked me if I would give her and her friends on a scale of 1 - 10 how pretty I thought they were. Again, being a young kid who still wasn't really getting the whole "girl" thing, I gave them all very honest numbers. Most I gave 5's or 6's and they didn't care much for that, but there was one girl that stood out more than the others, her name was Brittany and I gave her a 9. Suddenly, all the girls on the phone went "oooOOOOOooOoo.........so do you like her?", well, in my mind I thought, sure, I like her well enough, Why wouldn't I? She's a nice young woman (1st appearance of Grandpa Pat). So I said "Yea, I like her." and there was much giggling and then the phone hung up. Being a dumb ass kid, I thought nothing of it. The next day at school, after English class, there she was, Brittany, standing in the hallway staring at me. She walked right up to me and ASKED ME out! She actually asked me! Holy shit! One of the most beautiful girls in the school likes me! Too bad I didn't know what I had and I responded thusly: "Oh, that sounds nice. But I'm really not into girls.", and I was being honest, that part of me hadn't turned on yet. Girls were still icky annoying creatures to me and I really had no interest yet. You would think that would have been understandable, but unfortunately it wasn't taken that way. It seemed I had unintentionally broadcasted a large signal that I didn't like girls and instead really had a hankering for the fellers, which there is nothing wrong with, but in Jr. High in Centerville, Utah at the time, it was not the thing to be, that's for sure. After that I became persona non grata and was ridiculed harshly for my actions and I don't think the girl ever forgave me. Later on that year when the hormones actually kicked in, I very much deeply regretted my actions, as now the goon lipped drooling dork kids had more change of getting a date than I ever did. It made what were some of the worst years of my life, even worse. It even followed me to High School, where I made another fatal mistake that I recovered from socially, but felt pretty bad about. But that's a story for another time.