Letting people know where you Stand

i was twelve. at least, i think i was twelve. the thing was, i was in class eight right, and everyone else was around thirteen, so i would have been twelve because i skipped class two. anyway, i was twelve years old and i was in love. how do i know? well, i had sweaty palms whenever i talked to her, and even though i wasn't certain of the specifics of how it would happen, i could picture our kids.

so what was i to do?

i made friends with her first, of course, because i am a very friendly person, except towards Nazis. we started hanging out, first at school, and then we'd spend the afternoon in town, sometimes with our other friends, and sometimes just the two of us. i was happy. unfortunately, what i didn't do was tell her that i fancied her.

even now i can remember why i liked her, she had all the things about her that i like in a girl. she was smart, could carry a conversation about anything, and had a great smile. she also had breasts. but that wasn't the only reason why i liked her! i swear! it's just...she also happened to have a nice rack.

and then the sucky thing happened. i refer to it as the sucky thing, because it was a major event in my life that sucked.

it was a July afternoon, and we were walking to the canteen to buy something to drink. i remember it was the two of us walking across the court, oblivious to the other kids playing around us and just talking about things. then she looks at me and asks me,

"Albie, what do you think of Brett?"

okay, his name wasn't really Brett, I'm just using this name as an alias, because well, i don't feel like going out of my way to ask him if he'd mind me using his name in my blog on the intar-webz.

"um," i replied, "i think he's alright, he's good at basketball."

i said, plumbing the depths of my knowledge of this person who had previously been a background character in the stage show that is my life.

"well, yesterday he asked me if i wanted to go steady with him, and i said yes, isn't that great?"

it was a while before i replied, and honestly, to this day i can't remember what i said after that. i know that before that moment, i was happy, and after that, i was extremely depressed.

i learned some valuable lessons that day, you have to let people know where you stand. unless you know someone who is psychic, they'll never know how you feel unless you tell them. or make it reeeeally obvious.