Fragments Of Me

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When we were young our lives consisted of questions.

The questions we needed answered. The hundreds of questions our parents and teachers asked.

But a ten year old was never meant to have all the answers.

My classmates attended the big party. Stupid me promised to dance with every girl. Boys stood on one side, girls on the other.

My friends taunted me. “Go dance.”

With wobbly knees and sweaty forehead, I tried to look cool.

Then I spotted Lisa Big Boobies Barelli. Oh my, she could fill up a B-cup like no other girl in school.

Ever since kindergarten when she first smiled at me, I knew the other girls didn’t compare. Lisa had all her teeth.

From across the room I admired her.

Who cares if she had rounder cheeks than the other girls?

Lisa had something the skinny girls didn’t have.

She had curves.

Deep breath…..I broke the ice approaching the circle of “cool girls” as they giggled like hyenas.

Unable to speak, I did something that became my signature move. Never inviting her to dance, I took Lisa’s hand and led her to the dance floor.

Everyone watched us dance as I impressed her with witty banter.

She said, “Nice party.”

I replied, “Uh-huh.”

“Are you wearing perfume?”

“Yeah.”

Even at that early age I knew women preferred a good smelling man. So, I wore my mother’s Chanel #5.

My friends mocked me for dancing with Lisa. I maneuvered us around so she wouldn’t see their hurtful antics.

The boys never understood. Why dance with other girls if I was already dancing with the prettiest one?

“Andrew, there’s so many beautiful girls here with lovely dresses and their hair in pretty curls. You could’ve danced with any of them.”

Then, Lisa asked the terrifying question.  “Why me?”

I felt the universe collapsing on me. Boys laughed. Girls gave me dirty looks. Now, I had to answer this….

How much pressure could one ten year old take?

Searching for infinite wisdom, I gazed into her big blue eyes and whispered. “Why not?”

The lights dimmed.

A love song came on.

Lisa gave me a bear hug and kissed my cheek.

Thankfully, the darkness cloaked my confusion.

That ten year old boy learned so much that night.

He learned about having the courage to be the first.

He learned to go after the girl he wanted, no matter what anyone else thought.

And dancing cheek to cheek…

He learned some questions are meant to be answered by asking another question.

 

Photo of myself taken by friend of the family.

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296 thoughts on “Fragments Of Me

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  2. Wise beyond your years! I liked the whole post. You were shy in some ways but pushed yourself through towards action. A great example for us all. Plus, you ended up having a fantastic time. Kissed on cheek and slow dancing at age 10.

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  3. Wow! I see you started your education early. I’m impressed I’ve never been a smooth operator and I’ve only ever had the dimmest idea why women act in the mysterious ways they do.

    I think I may have been around the same age when a girl called Paula suddenly kissed me on the nose on day. I’m still not quite sure why. I do know it was a depressing number of years before any other girls followed her example.

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  5. Awwww! Fragments of Me keeps on getting better and better. I’m so happy to have discovered THIS blog or rather the chimp behind the blog 🙂

    Not only could Lisa fill a b-cup like no other girl in school, she also had all her teeth, which is rare, when you’re around that age.

    Thanks for the laugh and making my day a whole lot better.

    Well wishes, Christine!

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  8. I find it interesting to think of ourselves as evolving into different people in the same skin as we mature. A different decision here and there would have taken us down that other ROAD that made all the difference. Enjoyed your piece….jh

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      • You’re welcome; it was a most pleasant change after reading Jeremy Bentham all day! 🙂 BTW, I thought you might find this interesting…..From a recent PBS Newshour transcript.
        Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright Tracy Letts has famously depicted family dysfunction, but his latest play, “Mary Page Marlowe,” is more concerned with questions of identity, examining the life of its protagonist from infancy to old age in non-linear fashion to find out what makes her herself. Jeffrey Brown takes a look at the play and Letts’s creative process.
        From a recent PBS Newshour transcript.
        Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright Tracy Letts has famously depicted family dysfunction, but his latest play, “Mary Page Marlowe,” is more concerned with questions of identity, examining the life of its protagonist from infancy to old age in non-linear fashion to find out what makes her herself. Jeffrey Brown takes a look at the play and Letts’s creative process.

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