I saw something on a tv sitcom today that reminded me of a personal experience. When I was a 15 year old high school sophomore, I had a big crush on a boy (same age) who was in Choir with me. Actually, I had liked him since we were both in 8th grade. He was so friendly sweet, handsome...blah, blah. You know!
One afternoon, he saw me in the hall between classes. He asked me to meet him near the water fountain after class because he wanted to talk to me. WHAT??!! Well, of course I thought this might be the moment I'd hoped for (off and on) for three years! It wasn't easy to sit through my boring health class.
I met him as planned. He was visibly very nervous. I was worried that I would make a fool of myself. He looked deep into my eyes, and said "I have been thinking about this for quite a while. I hope you don't mind me asking you this... (Oh sheesh, get on with it, I'm dying here!). But, you are friends with Cindy Jones, right?" (I think I heard my heart go KLUNK. I tried not to show it on my face.) He continued the torture "I have liked her for sooo long! Do you know if she has a boyfriend? Do you think there is a chance that she'd go out with me? Will you find out and tell me?" SERIOUSLY?? What a %$#@& this guy is!!
"Sure, I'll find out and let you know." I smiled sweetly and went on my way. I think I hid in the restroom for a minute and had a short cry. Then it was time to get to my next class. Life goes on, eh? I can laugh about it now, but with still just the tiniest poke in the heart. Oww.
Certainly I am not the only one who had an experience like this??