This is an old post for my newer blogging friends to get to know me. It posted three years ago.
Fragments of Me
When we were young our lives consisted of questions.
The questions we needed answered. The hundreds of questions our parents and teachers asked.
But a ten year old was never meant to have all the answers.
My classmates attended the big party. Stupid me promised to dance with every girl. Boys stood on one side, girls on the other.
My friends taunted me. “Go dance.”
With wobbly knees and sweaty forehead, I tried to look cool.
Then I spotted Lisa Big Boobies Barelli. Oh my, she could fill up a B-cup like no other girl in school.
Ever since kindergarten when she first smiled at me, I knew the other girls didn’t compare. Lisa had all her teeth.
From across the room I admired her.
Who cares if she had rounder cheeks than the other girls?
Lisa had something the skinny girls didn’t have.
She had curves.
Deep breath…..I broke the ice approaching the circle of “cool girls” as they giggled like hyenas.
Unable to speak, I did something that became my signature move. Never inviting her to dance, I took Lisa’s hand and led her to the dance floor.
Everyone watched us dance as I impressed her with witty banter.
She said, “Nice party.”
I replied, “Uh-huh.”
“Are you wearing perfume?”
“Yeah.”
Even at that early age I knew women preferred a good smelling man. So, I wore my mother’s Chanel #5.
My friends mocked me for dancing with Lisa. I maneuvered us around so she wouldn’t see their hurtful antics.
The boys never understood. Why dance with other girls if I was already dancing with the prettiest one?
“Andrew, there’s so many beautiful girls here with lovely dresses and their hair in pretty curls. You could’ve danced with any of them.”
Then, Lisa asked the terrifying question. “Why me?”
I felt the universe collapsing on me. Boys laughed. Girls gave me dirty looks. Now, I had to answer this….
How much pressure could one ten year old take?
Searching for infinite wisdom, I gazed into her big blue eyes and whispered. “Why not?”
The lights dimmed.
A love song came on.
Lisa gave me a bear hug and kissed my cheek.
Thankfully, the darkness cloaked my confusion.
That ten year old boy learned so much that night.
He learned about having the courage to be the first.
He learned to go after the girl he wanted, no matter what anyone else thought.
And dancing cheek to cheek…
He learned some questions are meant to be answered by asking another question.
Photo of myself taken by friend of the family.
The Lonely Author 