I could have gone with her to the dance, but decided against
it. Just why I think of this these days, I can’t say, maybe because I still
feel guilt over it, as I have about other things, other women, in more recent
times.
Her eyes were blue, not brown, her hair blond hair long,
dripping down the back of the seat in study hall in Junior high, yet like the
more recent addition, she was just too cool to be caught in public with the
likes of me – me spending more time in the assistant principal’s office than in
classroom, though because of her, I never missed study hall.
I still recall the look of disappointment on her face when I
told her no, or later, how angry she looked when I showed up at the dance stag,
and like the more recent version, never again speaking to me, no more flirtatious
looks over her shoulder, and now, all these years later, I still do not
understand why I did what I did, or what I said, when as with the more recent
romance, all I wanted was to be with her.
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