OMG! What did I do?
Not a simple ‘How are you?’ and return. Blush. Be sweet and coy. Oh no. Not me.
I didn’t just blush at the action I took. Oh no. I roasted red. Why? Well, I’m not one for much patience. (A few of my friends would say I have NO patience whatsoever).
Yep.
Me.
Not, mind you, because I was that kind of girl, but because the peer pressure got to me. We’re talking boiling, bubbling, bursting, over the top pressure. That’s what teens do to ya. And of course, I was one of those teens, so dealing with that didn’t come as easy.
So … you see … here is what *I* did:
Picture a 14 year old me (brown eyes, side pony tail, shorts and a sweaty t-shirt – it was 95+ degrees outside), flustered at the peer pressure and desperate to make my friends stop bugging me to just go TALK to this Senior boy.
We hadn’t talked… ever. I’d never approach … geez. I was 14! What would it look like if a girl went up to a guy … let alone a freshman to a senior.
Right?
But man, those eyes. Those crystal blues that stared at me from behind his trumpet.
And he was just sitting there on the hill … in the shade.
So, then WHY would I do it?
Refer to the above friends. And the note on my patience. And, in my case, the boy in this picture wasn’t known to make decisions fast (more on that in another post). Granted, I didn’t know that then. π But I know now.
So I have this blue-eyed trumpet player who keeps catching my eye … and apparently I’d caught his, too. It was time to do … something.
23 years ago … I took the bull by the horns, so to speak.
Up the small hill I marched, planted my feet directly in front of him, and looked down from where I stood.
βHi!β My voice pitched high as I said it.
I stomped one foot onto the dry ground, turned around and quick-stepped my way back down the hill.
My friends stood with wide eyes and mouths open.
βThere I said it!β My arms flung about me, creating a breeze that did not exist in any other form.
Then, and only then did my motherβs words run through my head. Think before you speak.
Yes … those were the first 5 words I ever said to my husband.
And 23 years later, “There, I said it.” is our little inside joke. I hear it often. It’s somewhere inside Little White Lies. π It’s a term of endearment. It’s love at its finest. At its simplest. At its most lovely.
So if my story characters have little patience and go after their guys? Well … then you know why.
More life anecdotes will come this month as I prepare to celebrate a few ‘anniversaries’ including the official one … the Pizza Hut one … the first curfew … the first drive in his car … the first … kiss? Oh, well that one, you’ll have to wait to find out about.
If you’re interested in the whole story … here are some links to how hubby and I met … 23 years ago this month.
My Teenage Love Story Part 1
My Teenage Love Story Part 2
My Teenage Love Story Part 3
That’s what I did. I fell in love. How about you? Did embarrassment win you the guy?
For Charley Randall … time is her greatest enemy. The love of Wyatt Moreland is her ultimate reward.
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No embarassment won me the guy. It was a little bit of smooching and a whole lot of slow dancing, baby. 21 years ago. π
Your story’s too cute, btw. π
21 years is a ‘yeah’, too! π Wheeeeee!
I loved your story, Aimee. So sweet and romantic.
I won my guy kind of the way Julie did, with a little help from our friend, Tequila, and a really short skirt… π
My soul mate, however, (whom I miss like mad), won me over with his sultry hazel eyes, gorgeous smile and a soft-spoken, southern, honey-drawled, “Hi.” It was downhill for me after that. My heart still flutters when I think about it. Never experienced anything like it before or after we met. *sigh*
Thanks, Jen! He is definitely my soul mate. There will never be another. I can feel that for you.
Aimee~ How precious, I can see your little girl memory with flailing arms and blushed cheeks. I can remember the first time my first love said “I love you”, sitting on the bleachers at the skating rink, waiting on his dad to pick us up. He blurted it out “iloveyou”, like it was one big word! I can remember the emotion I felt and that will be with me forever!
The first kiss, not a love at all, cornered me in the hallway at a school summer camp and shoved this saliva filled tongue in my mouth! It was horrible! His glasses hit the bridge of my nose he was trying so are to find my tonsils! ugh! Bobby Tackett was his name, I still shiver when I drive past his grandma’s house when I am in my home town. ewww!
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That is too cute! what a great story.
I, too, met my hubby in high school, though he was younger by a year and a half. He wore a red shirt that said I’m AWESOME on the front, and I met him in 1989 when he was in grade 9 (the smarty pants was in my grade 10 math class), and he thought he’d get my attention by flinging elastics at my boobs. After I forgave him for getting me in trouble with the teacher and moved to the other side of the classroom, well … as they say … the rest is history.
High school romances are the **Best** aren’t they?? π π So your hubby went for the older woman and my robbed the cradle. π
Kimberly! Oh no on the first kiss! Ha! That, as a memory though, will stick with you forever! π
I met my husband 14 years ago, working part-time in a bar while studying at Uni. He fell in love with me because I pulled a great pint! Just the right amount of head π apparently.
@Emma … sorry, totally laughing because of the little innuendo in there. π π hehehehe Yeah for 14 years!