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[COLOR=darkred]Beau
i guess one can say he was my first boyfriend. we never kissed, talked on the phone, or even held hands. i don't think there was any physical contact, really, except for innocent and acidental brushes. but we talked, talked A LOT. i met him in 6th grade, we were in the same section so we had all our classes together except for foreign language. he took french, i took spanish. the first time i realized that we were somewhat of a couple, or at least acted like one, was when he walked me to the entryway of the girls' locker room for pe. the boys' locker room was far from the girls' locker room and he went out of his way to walk me. i don't think it was intentional on his part however, we were simply too engrossed in conversation.
halfway through the year, we were both transferred to the accelerated section. we didn't know anybody in that section and they had a different culture. girls sat on the left and boys sat on the right. we were much more integrated in the "normal" section. girls sat next to boys, girls fought with boys, girls ate lunch with boys. so i sat on the right side, next to him, with the boys.
my seat choice caught people's attention and set their tongues wagging and their minds scheming. a few weeks later, during lunch, i was teased for being a "beau lover." apparently, someone had given him a card with my name signed on it. i never saw the card. i find it amusing now but at age 11, being labeled "beau lover" was no laughing matter. actually, "____ lover" was the standard format for most labels used by the 6th graders. it didn't bother me enough to stop talking with him though. i don't think he believed it was from me. it blew over after a couple of days.
i changed schools the next year, we didn't keep in touch. i don't think we had each other's phone numbers anyway.
in 9th grade, i saw him working at a pizza place. i knew it was him at first glance. he was even wearign a baseball hat with the letter B on it. i wanted to say hi but i didn't. i was wearing ugly clothes. i rationalized that i'd probably go to the pizza place again soon and i'd say hi then. i never came back to the pizza place. i never got to say hi.
i wonder what he's up to. i wonder if he's in school. i wonder if he remembers me. [/COLOR]
i guess one can say he was my first boyfriend. we never kissed, talked on the phone, or even held hands. i don't think there was any physical contact, really, except for innocent and acidental brushes. but we talked, talked A LOT. i met him in 6th grade, we were in the same section so we had all our classes together except for foreign language. he took french, i took spanish. the first time i realized that we were somewhat of a couple, or at least acted like one, was when he walked me to the entryway of the girls' locker room for pe. the boys' locker room was far from the girls' locker room and he went out of his way to walk me. i don't think it was intentional on his part however, we were simply too engrossed in conversation.
halfway through the year, we were both transferred to the accelerated section. we didn't know anybody in that section and they had a different culture. girls sat on the left and boys sat on the right. we were much more integrated in the "normal" section. girls sat next to boys, girls fought with boys, girls ate lunch with boys. so i sat on the right side, next to him, with the boys.
my seat choice caught people's attention and set their tongues wagging and their minds scheming. a few weeks later, during lunch, i was teased for being a "beau lover." apparently, someone had given him a card with my name signed on it. i never saw the card. i find it amusing now but at age 11, being labeled "beau lover" was no laughing matter. actually, "____ lover" was the standard format for most labels used by the 6th graders. it didn't bother me enough to stop talking with him though. i don't think he believed it was from me. it blew over after a couple of days.
i changed schools the next year, we didn't keep in touch. i don't think we had each other's phone numbers anyway.
in 9th grade, i saw him working at a pizza place. i knew it was him at first glance. he was even wearign a baseball hat with the letter B on it. i wanted to say hi but i didn't. i was wearing ugly clothes. i rationalized that i'd probably go to the pizza place again soon and i'd say hi then. i never came back to the pizza place. i never got to say hi.
i wonder what he's up to. i wonder if he's in school. i wonder if he remembers me. [/COLOR]