Have you ever felt that a moment in your life needed a soundtrack? Some years ago, my best friend, an extremely nice girl, told me she was in love with me. I told her that I wouldn't risk our friendship. When, some weeks after that, I knocked on her door, and told her I wanted something more, she told me it was too late. I wish REM's So Central Rain had been playing everywhere as I walked home that night in the pouring rain. Which song should have been playing at which moment in your life?
I grew up watching movies like Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles and Can't Buy Me Love.
So my idea of high school was absolutely made by these movies. I believed that a nice guy could end up with the popular girl and other lies like that. When I finally got to high school, I tried to live it like that. So I became the popular girl's best friend. I was 15. She was your regular popular girl. With every single boy drooling for her and worshiping her every footstep. And of course she wasn't worth it, and we probably knew that. But I did everything for her, I took her everywhere, took tests for her and so on. And she was so mean to me. But I kept trying, believing in what I had seen. So after more than a year, when I was about to give up and couldn't take much more of her ways, it happened.
She asked me to go to her house and said she had to talk with me. I became sort of a high school hero. Everyone knew I was going to her house. All my friends couldn't believe I had finally made it. So, when the day arrived, I went to her house, and entered her room. Popular Girl: You know, I had never had a real friend until I met you. I've always had boys 'round me, but not friends.
Me: That's true.
Popular Girl: But you are more than a friend to me now.
I truly believe that my heart must have stopped for a few seconds right then. I finally had her, after everything I had gone through. She closed her eyes, waiting. And I, in my finest and stupidest hour, backed away and spoke. Me: For the past year I've done everything for you. I lived for you. And worst of all, I got to know you. And you know what? You are beautiful, but this is not what I want. You don't even know me. You just know I am the guy that's always there for you. And I'm sorry, but that's not good enough for me.
I left her room, even though my feet urged me to go back to her. I left, feeling stupid after all the wasted time, but feeling so incredibly right.
It was about 4 am at a party one summer. Things were pretty blurry but the drinks kept coming my way. I was standing in the middle, probably trying to find myself out there. Out of nowhere, this girl approaches. Girl: Do you have a lighter?
Me: Um, sorry, I don't smoke. But that guy over there has one.
Girl: But I wanted to ask you. My name is Dennise.
After that, she motioned me to a nearby table, sat down with me and took my hand. She was nice, or so I recall. She talked a while and I nodded, completely lost in a sea of alcohol. She kept hugging me and telling me I was cute. She leaned in a kissing fashion, and as I, naturally, responded, she backed away in panic. Girl: What are you trying to do??
Me: I thought...
Girl: I thought you were different! I can't believe this!!
Me: Im sorry, I just thought...
Girl: Oh, but you are so sweet...but you don't even know me. I bet you don't even remember my name.
Me: Of course I do! what kind of guy do you think I am? ( I ask myself that same question now...)
Girl: So, what's my name? Tell me and I'll kiss you.
My mind fighted against every drop of alcohol, searching for a list of names. My first try, it was a guess really, wasn't good, and her smile disappeared. My second one wasn't any better, and she started to look pretty angry. But, as if destiny had decided that it had something else in store for me, my third guess was correct. Me: Dennise?
Girl: Yes! You remembered! You are so cute...but I have never kissed a guy I just met...
After debating with herself about her principles, she kissed me as I started to feel that the room wouldn't stop spinning round.
This is a true summer story. Coincidences with real life are...well not really coincidences. That self arguing girl lived on to be known as psycho-girl.