School Story:
If you don't remember me...or can't find me in the yearbook...don't even sweat it!
I transferred in from Wyoming my senior year on a swimming scholarship...after football season, and by way of six weeks at Lake Brantley (ewww)...and I repayed BMHS by being named All Conference in two personal events and qualifying for State Finals in four.
Senior trip to NSB after Prom and then again after Graduation...what a blast...although more than one person on those trips learned the hard way NOT to mix cheap champagne and hot sun! lol
Talking Marko Evans into hopping into my VW Rabbit and hauling ourselves to NSB so he could teach me to surf...every chance I got...finally he just sold me the board and surf racks!
How mad Alex Van den Berg was the day we all were sitting around the parking lot wondering if my Rabbit key could open his Jetta...which it could...so of course the next thing that pops into our heads is "Will it start it?"
Oh man...he was madder than I had ever seen him!
I remember (name withheld to protect the innocent) at Senior Prom...she was all alone leaning against the rail of the hotel's outdoor balcony overlooking the city...at that magical twinkling time around dusk, during a romance-filled formal evening.
Her sensuous low open back was turned to the rest of the crowd...and she was looking as stunning and radiant as any movie star in her black, sleeveless, v-neck evening gown...a light, warm breeze luffing her long silky golden hair, how could I resist her?
I confidently walked up behind her and placed my strong, masculine hands on her bare shoulders...slowly and smoothly letting them fall, gently caressing her silky arms all the way down to her wrists...feeling her goosebumps rise up beneath my touch.
Finally, she wasn't able to resist any longer...letting out a heavy sigh, and turning with her eyes closed, she put her arms around my neck...her lips wetted and parted, her breath quickened, her skin flushed...and as she pressed her ample bosom into me, she said:
"Oh (a name which was not mine)!"...and just then her soft blue eyes opened.
First her lids were heavy with pleasure...then they shot wide open in confusion...then narrowed to slits in total recognition, burning red with anger!
As she pushed me away...she slugged me in the chest harder than any girl had ever hit me before or since...completely knocking the wind out of me!
Because, you see...she was not my date, and I was not hers...only a girl I had secretly crushed on, and with whom I had only shared a single class and a few laughs!
We quickly recovered by both nervously laughing it off...right as her boyfriend dutifully returned with drinks for them too...and he not having seen a thing, and therefore none the wiser, still looked confused and amused at the same time.
But I will never forget the intense moment we had...and how my little prank in one way ran dangerously close to getting out of hand...but in another way opened our eyes to the possibilities, as we never looked at each other in quite the same light the rest of the school year, and I think maybe it was because we both always wondered...
"What if?"
