During my first semester of senior year I was allowed to
leave school to go see a college and as luck would have it, the guy that I was
openly crushing on volunteered to go with me. After we got to Manhattan, he
decided that he didn’t want to go see the school and I readily agreed to skip
the meeting. We went to Central Park and sat amidst other couples and we talked
about nothing for about an hour, but had to leave because we were both sweating
buckets due to the high humidity. Since we needed a signed letter to get back
into school, we decided to skip the rest of the day and go to his house. Once there,
he eagerly pointed out how messy my hair was sans my hat and that pushed my
already frayed nerves in overdrive. They were already going crazy because not
only was this the first day I spent with a boy, this was the first time I’d
been alone with one. Not to mention, the banana in my bag got squashed and the
water spilled. While trying to clean it up, I succeeded in tracking water
through his house, but after that dilemma, we sat down and watch TV and started
joking around. To my utter mortification, his hand ascended from my side to
under my armpits during a tickle fight. Now as my nerves were on high the
entire day coupled with the heat outside, there was a puddle underneath my arm.
Needless to say, that bit of fun ended and we resumed to watching TV, until the
school day was over. We have never talked about this situation, but it has
always lingered between us; the girl who sweats like the Pacific.
- Barbie Girl
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