dilettante
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I'm thinking of early days, say childhood through early adulthood. Nothing nasty, just brief stories of "more than friendships" that passed you by. I'm sure that when we think back we've had lots of these that aren't, er, graphic. Some were simply potential opportunities with no real substance.
One of the latter for me was Becky V. We had a lot of "Beckys" so in my head I have to use the last name.
In high school this Becky V. was a year behind me, but we'd shared a few classes. I don't recall the details, but we were more aware of each other than most classes mixed for whatever reason. Maybe she had also attended the same junior high school I had? Such cohorts tended to clump, since a lot of junior highs had once been high schools and were neighborhood-centered and still held tight strong traditions of the past. For high school we all got divvied up and bussed all over town for integration.
Becky V. was what my parents' generation would call a "fast girl" at least on paper. A lot of makeup, severe hairstyle, short skirts, and sharp tongue. I have the idea that she may have been raised by her Dad. In any case we'd never be a couple. I was more the rumpled nerd with no money to spend and her tone toward me had always been dismissive.
Several years after high school I was off in another town for college, struggling to pay my way. Scholarships and grants were drying up, and po' folks hard a hard time getting school loans in those days.
As it happened Becky V. was the daughter of Mr. V., my high school Physics teacher. During a phone call to my mother she had weird news for me. It seems that Mr. V. had run into her somewhere, I not sure how or why because they didn't know each other. She told me that he wanted to know what I was doing, and maybe could they "get us together" because "Becky needed somebody stable." All I could do was laugh. Financially I was hanging by a thread, and Becky V. had never been interested in me.
Or... was I always wrong about that? Us guys can be pretty dim about such things.
So now that you've had a good laugh, maybe you'd be willing to share stories of your own? I have a couple more if you need somebody to giggle and point at.
One of the latter for me was Becky V. We had a lot of "Beckys" so in my head I have to use the last name.
In high school this Becky V. was a year behind me, but we'd shared a few classes. I don't recall the details, but we were more aware of each other than most classes mixed for whatever reason. Maybe she had also attended the same junior high school I had? Such cohorts tended to clump, since a lot of junior highs had once been high schools and were neighborhood-centered and still held tight strong traditions of the past. For high school we all got divvied up and bussed all over town for integration.
Becky V. was what my parents' generation would call a "fast girl" at least on paper. A lot of makeup, severe hairstyle, short skirts, and sharp tongue. I have the idea that she may have been raised by her Dad. In any case we'd never be a couple. I was more the rumpled nerd with no money to spend and her tone toward me had always been dismissive.
Several years after high school I was off in another town for college, struggling to pay my way. Scholarships and grants were drying up, and po' folks hard a hard time getting school loans in those days.
As it happened Becky V. was the daughter of Mr. V., my high school Physics teacher. During a phone call to my mother she had weird news for me. It seems that Mr. V. had run into her somewhere, I not sure how or why because they didn't know each other. She told me that he wanted to know what I was doing, and maybe could they "get us together" because "Becky needed somebody stable." All I could do was laugh. Financially I was hanging by a thread, and Becky V. had never been interested in me.
Or... was I always wrong about that? Us guys can be pretty dim about such things.
So now that you've had a good laugh, maybe you'd be willing to share stories of your own? I have a couple more if you need somebody to giggle and point at.