Today's theme is Valentine's Day. How many can recall spending a miserable Valentine's Day in their youth? One thing that sticks out in my mind is how they would do those carnation fund raisers (I read an article that many schools have since stopped doing these). Every year you could buy a carnation for $1, attach a little note, and have it delivered to the person(s) of your choice during home room. The profits went toward prom I believe.
Every year was a bit of a suspenseful torment. Would I get any carnations this year? Or would I be left, empty-handed and shame faced at the end of home room? I had years of both. One of the nice things is I had a few girl friends, and we had each others' backs. We'd send one another white or pink carnations of friendship. But it wasn't the same as getting one from a boy.
A few weeks later he called and asked me out. Of course I said yes. He was coming off a breakup of a logn-term high school relationship. I don't think we'd ever spoken two words to one another before. I wasn't a cheerleader and I wasn't in the popular crowd, plus I took the nerdy classes, so our paths just never crossed. I didn't have an attraction to him but I was mostly just curious. Why did he bother?
The date was so fun. I remember cruising the mall, hanging out at his house to meet his mom, and him attempting to show me how to drive his truck. We had a really good time, although there didn't seem to be any chemistry on either side. We were more like good buddies just enjoying life. Probably he just wanted to get out of the house after his breakup. And I was just interested to get to know him, this guy that could cross clique barriers without a second thought.
He never asked me out again, despite the fact that we seemed to have a fun time. Once, crossing paths at the end of the year outside school, he mentioned that he'd always meant to ask me out again but never got around to it. I don't think either of us had regrets that we didn't date again, but I did think he would've made a great friend. Our circles just didn't interlap.
Remembering this, though, I wish I could tell all the teenage boys out there, "Won't you just send a carnation to one unsuspecting girl this year? Just out of kindness?" It's those small, little moments of appreciation that hang in your happy memories for many years.
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Next week is a 'no theme' week.