Hero to Zero
June 8th 2009 13:33
When I was 14 or 15 I was infatuated with an older boy. At 18, he seemed MUCH older. I had barely spoken a word to him, just worshipped him from afar. Pinning on him, no doubt, my romantic teenage yearnings.
Someone must have let him know that I liked him because one night in the local milk-bar he asked me, in front of his friends, if this was true.
What he actually said was “If I asked you to go with me, would you?”
I didn’t see what was coming and I said ‘Yes’.
He then said that he wasn’t asking me, he just wanted to know.
Within minutes I had passed through hurt, embarrassment and, supported by my best friend, settled on loathing.
Someone must have let him know that I liked him because one night in the local milk-bar he asked me, in front of his friends, if this was true.
What he actually said was “If I asked you to go with me, would you?”
I didn’t see what was coming and I said ‘Yes’.
He then said that he wasn’t asking me, he just wanted to know.
Within minutes I had passed through hurt, embarrassment and, supported by my best friend, settled on loathing.
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