Strange but the last thing in the world that young boys want in their clubhouses are girls because, you know, girls are very very icky and gross; but miracle of miracles, as girls age they somehow outgrow some if not all of that ickiness. About the time girls start to become a little bit less icky, young boys realize that girls might after all be honest to God members of the human race.
I had my great awakening in 7th grade. Actually the first time that I discovered the existence of girls was only because my best friend pointed that fact out to me. At that moment I probably said something like, “Yea sure, but how come I can’t get my curve-ball to break?” I digress but my “curve-ball” at that time was nothing more than a slower version of my fastball but with just a little bit of spin on it – sometimes.
It still took me quite some time but after my friend first drew my attention to the presence of girls, I too slowly if not surely began to notice that some of them were not so icky after all. Problem is that at about the same time all of that was going on in my head the girls my age were no longer interested in boys my age. Eventually however, things did sort themselves out (a bit) and girls who were completely ignoring boys their age began to notice us “older men.”
Funny how that works – no?
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Amazing alchemy it is! I was so happy when a favorite high school classmate – golfer and brainy – asked me to be his dinner date at senior prom. He said, “I’ll dance with J. later, but she can’t *talk* her way out of a paper bag. You make great conversation.”
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Tru dat, Nanda—you so!
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Haha xD It is indeed funny how you’re on two sides of the scale but at the center the girl remains the constant
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Oh, this is so cute! Seventh grade, what, 13? I can’t even remember a time when I didn’t like boys! My falling-in-love mechanism was definitely up ‘n’ runnin’ ’ by first grade.
But come to think of it, I have had experience with a case like yours: friends of my parents had two sons approx the same age as my sister and I. They used to come visit for like a week in summer and we played all kindsa sweaty violent games, long walks in the woods, endless rounds of I Doubt it and Go Fish But when the elder was 13….everything was different . He, as they used to say “only cared about ONE thing!”: I guess it takes some guys like that. He would lay his warm leg against mine under the card table. And he gave me my first kiss!
Oh my God, can anything ever match those first, awakening sensations!?!?
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Yes, 13 years old when I was forced to acknowledge their existence; however, it was at least another year or two until they managed to lose most of that ickiness they all seem to be born with.
Full credit goes to the actress Adrienne Barbeau who I saw in the flesh a year or two later when I was assisting my friend during a local telethon. She was one of the ‘big guns’ the network sent out to the small TV station in Southeast Missouri that my best friend’s family owned. Miss Barbeau made me rethink all of my previously held beliefs about the ughiness of the female race.
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“Oh my God, can anything ever match those first, awakening sensations!?!?”
I think not, and we have the ST Unleashed! Comment of the Quarter.
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Ah, too kind! The Quarter is yet young….
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