Delightful Stories

Are you ready for more high school humor? I am.

Lets start with my first "true" love. His name was Paul. We met in 8th grade and he was taller than me. (Very important in 8th grade) He had thick brown hair and puppy dog brown eyes. He was just as goofy and awkward as any 13 year old boy.

Here is a secret: all my guy friends in junior high were awkward and geeky. I loved them dearly and if you stick with me you will see how my love and devotion to them in junior high paid off in high school. They were the nicest group of guys. We sat together at lunch. On one side was Jason, Paul, and my friend Amanda. On the other side was Chris, Me, and Neil. We had a great time. Almost everyday milk would spew out of some one's nose we laughed so hard.

Anyways, I had the BIGGEST crush on Paul. I think he knew. Well I know he knew after Valentine's Day. My friend Amanda spent the night with me the night before Valentine's Day. My mom took us to Eckard's to pick up some candy and cards for our friends. I picked up a small cute box of candy for Paul and a little stuffed bear. Very, Very, Very little. Amanda grabbed a GIANT GIANT GIANT SIZE OF TEXAS chocolate key that said and I quote, "You hold the keys to my heart!" Cute huh? My mom being the wonderful wise woman she was says, "Um, I don't think that's a good idea." Me being the newly crowned know it all teenager of the home said, "Whatever mom. You don't know. Of course its a good idea. All I need is a chocolate key the size of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA to make Paul fall madly in love with me." Being the cruel person she is , my mom bought the darn thing. Can you believe that?

Well I flounce to school on Valentines Day just knowing that today I will taste sweet love. Amanda had homeroom downstairs with Paul and I had homeroom upstairs. The plan was laid. Amanda would bring Paul to the bottom of the stairs and I would hand him the chocolate key the size of North, South and Central America, and maybe a tiny bit of Europe. He would of course sweep me into his arms and declare that we must be boyfriend and girlfriend forever. So with chocolate key in sweaty palms and butterflies trying desperately to get out of my stomach, I walked rather unsteadily down the stairs. There my handsome prince awaited at the bottom of the stairs. Hand him the chocolate key that had somehow grown to be bigger than the Americas and all of Europe, smile sweetly and await his declarations of love. (LOL I have butterflies just typing this) As I looked into my beloved's eyes......I......I.....FREAKED OUT, threw the GIANT CHOCOLATE KEY at his head and ran blindly back up the stairs. Fortunately he caught the GIANT CHOCOLATE KEY, turned to Amanda who had so graciously fallen onto the floor laughing and said, "She just threw a chocolate key at me!"

I avoided him rather well for the next two class changes. Dreading lunch, which I knew would soon come. Of course first was science class. He sat across the room from me so I figured if I could get in there and get across the room I would be safe. The teacher being in what she referred to as her 200th month of pregnancy gave us some worksheets and let us have free time. I stuck like flypaper to my side of the room. I sat on the wall by the window. Could I have opened the widow and sat outside I would have. Could I have opened the window and sat outside across the street I would have. Believe me. My eyes were glued to the paper in front of me. I don't know what it said, I just knew I could. not. look. up. Then I harbored one small glance across the room to where Paul sat with a group of guys talking and carrying on. Of course he picked just that moment to pull out the GIANT CHOCOLATE KEY THE SIZE OF THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD and show it to "the guys". Then, I know not what he said but whatever it was caused every male head at that table, all 229 of them, to turn and look at me. Paul winked and smiled and I happily spent the rest of the class on the floor under the table pretending to read a book. When the bell rang I sat there for awhile waiting for the room to clear. When I walked out the door, Paul was waiting for me. We always walked from Science to lunch together. Today would be no different. I stared down at the floor. He steered me around obstacles. He kept up a steady stream of talking. Sweet boy. I think he knew how uncomfortable I was. At lunch he kept kicking me under the table. When I looked up he would smile and make a joke. He slid me his cookie. Winked at me and told me Happy Valentine's Day. I survived the "key" incident. Though at the time I was sure I would not. Paul and I stayed good friends through 8th grade. Maybe in some way we were "boyfriend" and "girlfriend". He would always walk me to class, share his notes with me, snitch the food off of my tray at lunch, kick me under the table and smile and wink when I looked up at him. One time when I did not know the answer in science class and everyone was looking at me, he blurted out the answer. We would walk down the hall together pretending to trip each other, but if he ever caused me to stumble he would reach out to steady me.

Tomorrow I will tell you about 9th grade with Paul and our locker sharing experience. And the many times he rescued me that year. I will also share with you the reason God took Paul out of my life. Why he did not answer my heartfelt prayer that we be together forever. God had someone else picked out for me. Someone perfect for me. Someone I love more than I ever "loved" Paul. Paul picked a different road for his life. One that I just found out about a few months ago. I still get a little teary eyed when I think about it.

I hope you enjoyed this. I hope you laughed a lot and awwwed a lot. I hope your heart grew a little warmer thinking about your first crush.

Be Blessed.

Im going to kiss my husband and thank him for choosing me. I cant imagine my life with anyone else.

An open letter...

I cant stop thinking about high school. Maybe its because my 10 year reunion is right around the corner. I don't know. Anyways, this is my first post about "relationships" I had in HS. Its interesting in that what you are about to read is a little different then what you normally read. But once again this is my journal and I like to look back and see where I was and where I have been. This also helps me to see how blessed I am to be where God has put me and with the man God has given me.
And its really funny. Well to me and to at least a few people who will read this, because they were actually there for most of it. This post will be almost like an inside joke to them. I will expound more later.

Dear people who will be named throughout this letter,

My dear confused best friend in 7th, 8th, and 9th grade Amanda, a chocolate key for Paul, really? Why did you let me do this? Why did you encourage me to call someone and sneak his freshman schedule so I could get, all. the. same. classes? Why did you let me keep those "love" songs in the locker, he asked me to share with him, in hopes he would find them and fall madly in love with me?? Really?

My 10th grade Creative Writing 1 teacher, who I cant even remember your name. A book of poems to be given to the guy I was madly in love with, who might have had a small crush on me, on Valentines day. Seriously? I mean really deep love poems. You wrote on the front page of this assignment, "Good luck". Were you secretly laughing at me?? Did you know this would end with him hightailing it the other way with another girl the very next day? Come on. You were the teacher. You could have stopped me.

Jessica, Jason, Jennifer... anyone who read the acrostic poem I submitted for the poetry book we published in Creative Writing 2. WHY????? WHY???? Did you believe Chuck would not notice his full name written in acrostic declaring my undying love. Seriously? WHAT? Did you all hate me? Not love me? What? "NO he wont notice," you assured me repeatedly. Did you lie to me?

Last but not least. Senior year. You know who. Come on. You could not tell me to back off a bit? Although I will tell all of you doubters at one time you know who and I had a discussion about what would happen after his first year in college when he transferred home, which of course never happened. I was told by you know who that we could not be in a relationship until he came back. I still think at one point he liked me. He and I talked a lot about things that others don't know about.


Love,
Psycho girl.

P.S. I still love everyone who let me blindly walk into my acts of insanity. Except maybe that teacher. I mean she was a teacher for crying out loud.

Apparently, fortunately for my husband who is now the absolute love of my life, I l-o-v-e passionately and blindly. I act on these emotions without thinking a lot. I have toned it down a bit, but not for my man. He never knows what I might have up my sleeve. I have noticed this passion lacking in the past year and I'm going to revive it. I love him 100x more than I loved any of those other guys. Yes, even you know who, who I planned our wedding and all of our children with. LOL. He deserves to be treated just as manically as I treated those other guys I stalked..hmm... I mean loved. ;p.
I firmly believe who we used to be shapes who we are. I was just practicing for the love of my life. My husband.
Another night I will expound on the above relationships. It promises to be a hoot for those who were there to witness the insanity.

P.S. The above letter is humorous. Tongue in cheek. I fully expect comments from Michelle and Jessica declaring that none of this happened and I'm truly psycho. LOL