December 12, 2024

My next flirting moment did not involve Loma. While I didn’t know exactly how to flirt, I knew how to take a hint. I remember being really excited that my new assigned seat in Music class was next to Candace, a very cute little blond girl who was new to the school.

One day I went to sit in my seat, and another guy named Jamie had taken my seat and was trying to talk to Candace. Jamie and I started to get in an argument over my seat, and I remember being nervous because Jamie was a little bit of a wild card. No one ever knew exactly what he was going to say or do next. Eventually, Mrs. Walker, the music teacher attempted to put a stop to our little argument and moved Jamie back to his seat.

Jamie was an example of one of those desperate attempts gone all wrong, but a minor example. It was not long after that incident that I found myself at a church gathering. It wasn’t my church, but friends of people who went to my church. We actually had a group of bikers at our church with Harley’s. Ray and Margo had their own family, but they loved my eccentric father who was the pastor, and so they came until my father moved on. Ray and Margo were the leaders a larger group of friends that were kind of a fringe group that was very serious about Christianity. They even had a license plate for their bike that said, “Jesus-1.”

So, at the beginning of this get together, I spied out the prettiest girl in the room. She was an indigenous Canadian with long dark hair and tan skin. Her hair was passed the middle of her back, and I was fascinated by it, and by her. I remember in school always wondering if I could get away with touching a girls hair, because hair doesn’t have feeling. In school, I was never successful. Well, on this particular day, we were playing with play dough, and I guess this idea popped into my head again. I flatted a piece of play dough, and squeezed it around a strand of the girls hair.

I got up and left, because my dad had borrowed the Harley from Margo, and my father took me for a ride, because he loved taking out there bikes once in a while. When we got back from our ride, there was the girl sitting with a group of ladies trying to put peanut butter in her her in order to get out the play dough, and it was obvious this wasn’t the first attempt at getting it out. Someone asked the girl who did it, and she pointed at me and said, “He did it.” However, she was not extremely vocal about it, and my father was ready to go home, so I didn’t say a word to him, and I got out of there.