More About Holly
Even though Holly is probably the least likely candidate for a potential prospect, I feel like giving some more information about my history with her. This is an anonymous livejournal precisely so I can tell embarassing stories about myself I wouldn't normally share.
I really don't have any clue when she figured out I had a crush on her. She never give any indication she knew, but she was always pretty nice to me, although not leading me on (that I noticed, anyway). As a grade-schooler I was pretty socially blind.
In fifth grade I was paired with her for square dancing, which scared the bejeezus out of me. In retrospect, I can't really remember if I was able to keep from making a fool of myself. I probably blushed and looked down a lot.
In eighth grade I asked her to dance. Once. At the only elementary school dance I ever went to. A jerk in my class grabbed my hand off her back and put it on her ass, before I knew what was even happening. I was mortified beyond belief, but since there is a god in heaven, she saw that it was him and told him to buzz off. I was left pretty much speechless. And thankful.
I've only seen her a couple of times since eighth grade.
I went to a couple of dances at her high school (my first girlfriend, Lindsey, went there too).
I think once about three or four years ago I saw her with her parents at my church (which is also my old elementary school) and I managed not to be a total dweeb when I talked to her (I think). I had learned to dance by this time, and I think I suggested that she should come dancing some time, but shortly afterward I began to date Anya, so I became preoccupied with not making a fool of myself in front of her instead.
Yeah. I can't recall where she went to college (I don't think I ever even found out).
She might be out of college.
Then again, if she's taking more than four years she might still be in school.
She might be back from college and living in her own place, in which case I wouldn't even know her number.
She might have wound up deciding to live wherever she went to college.
She might be dating someone. Or she might be single.
And even if I did date her, there's little chance we'd have anything in common, or that we'd be compatible in any way.
It's just a silly crush. I don't know why I can't just let it be over with after sixteen and a half years. I know I never got a chance with her and that's why I feel it's unresolved, but...
...It's sixteen years. A normal person could just let it frickin' go already.
I really don't have any clue when she figured out I had a crush on her. She never give any indication she knew, but she was always pretty nice to me, although not leading me on (that I noticed, anyway). As a grade-schooler I was pretty socially blind.
In fifth grade I was paired with her for square dancing, which scared the bejeezus out of me. In retrospect, I can't really remember if I was able to keep from making a fool of myself. I probably blushed and looked down a lot.
In eighth grade I asked her to dance. Once. At the only elementary school dance I ever went to. A jerk in my class grabbed my hand off her back and put it on her ass, before I knew what was even happening. I was mortified beyond belief, but since there is a god in heaven, she saw that it was him and told him to buzz off. I was left pretty much speechless. And thankful.
I've only seen her a couple of times since eighth grade.
I went to a couple of dances at her high school (my first girlfriend, Lindsey, went there too).
I think once about three or four years ago I saw her with her parents at my church (which is also my old elementary school) and I managed not to be a total dweeb when I talked to her (I think). I had learned to dance by this time, and I think I suggested that she should come dancing some time, but shortly afterward I began to date Anya, so I became preoccupied with not making a fool of myself in front of her instead.
Yeah. I can't recall where she went to college (I don't think I ever even found out).
She might be out of college.
Then again, if she's taking more than four years she might still be in school.
She might be back from college and living in her own place, in which case I wouldn't even know her number.
She might have wound up deciding to live wherever she went to college.
She might be dating someone. Or she might be single.
And even if I did date her, there's little chance we'd have anything in common, or that we'd be compatible in any way.
It's just a silly crush. I don't know why I can't just let it be over with after sixteen and a half years. I know I never got a chance with her and that's why I feel it's unresolved, but...
...It's sixteen years. A normal person could just let it frickin' go already.