Once Upon a Time

When I think back to my retched high school days, there aren't too many memories that I replay in my head fondly. I always seemed to be the one without a boyfriend, the one tripping up the stairs, or the one getting gum stuck to my ass on the first day of school. There weren't too many times where I felt embarrassed by things that happened to me, but when I look back on it now, I probably should have hid under a rock on several occasions. After wearing these pants, could be one of those moments.


I was madly in love with a boy named Dusty. Just the kind of name you'd find in one of those country movies about...hey, there actually is one. Pure Country.It was released the same year I was wearing those pants. Dusty was one of those curly haired cowboys, a boy of few words, but somehow girls adored him because he shoveled horse manure and played with pigs on the weekends.

I met him in Biology my freshman year. He sat behind me and I bugged him mercilessly. For some odd reason, he called me everyday after school, at 3:15 on the dot and we would talk about who knows what and eat ruffles with ketchup. I finally mustered up the courage to let him know that I liked him, which I thought he did too, but turns out he had a girlfriend from Hackberry. Yep, that's one of those towns where you can find a girlfriend real easy, if you get my drift.

Of course, I cried myself to sleep that night, but was determined that one day he'd realize what a dummy he was and he'd definitely ask me out. No such luck, the guy was a dummy until we graduated high school. I had several classes with him throughout high school and I never dated anyone else, just so he knew I was available. The joke was on me. He dated several of my friends.

1992 - Wendy
1993 - Melissa (We were no longer "bff" after she diddled him)
1994 - Mel and Kelly (not at the same time, I don't think)
1995 - Stacy

I think sometime around 93' I stopped discussing him with all my friends and crying over the fact that he still called but didn't like me like me. So, I stopped getting angry at all of my friends who decided to diddle him. I just kept my mouth shut and stayed miserably alone because I was sure he was the one for me. What an idiot I was. I sure hope my little girl doesn't go through such naivety when she's in high school. I'm sure she will but unlike me, she'll have a mom waiting at home with a big gallon of ice cream and a shoulder to cry. That way she'll feel like less of an idiot when the boy she is SO in love with starts dating all of her friends.